Photo credit: CpSingleton © 2015
I wrote these thoughts a step or two into the past, but didn’t have a suitable photygraphical and wasn’t ready to share the words… I think I do now.
End of the Parade. By CpSingleton © 2015
There’s no folly in being melancholy,
When the blue has up and left you.
The queen has offered her book of words,
The brain can’t form reply.
The air is filled with seagull birds
Laughing in the sky.
Do we clear the scattered shit,
To see what emerald path remains?
Put on boots and furry mitts
Follow all those zigzag lanes.
Why bother, the parade is done,
Just a silence greets the day.
Say goodbye to shiny sun.
No words of greeting left to say.
Dreams and memories will rewind
And then replay without a scratch.
We will lose scenes and re-find,
The ones our hearts…
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