Outlandish Secrets

Outlandish secrets kept in the night wood like 
Your brothers beseeching nightmares.
Callous and turned, they strode the dusty ground,
Their minds rafting onto peach marmalade,
Tears full with memory,
And listening, with hearts swelling 
Above the earth.
Running with cork guns we pop them all 
And forgive whatever was forgotten 
When rolling in the grass.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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December 15, 2013 at 5:18 PM
Ahhh pop guns I haven't thought of those in a long time. Happy Holiday! Light & Love
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