Best Manicured Poems

manicured lawn
here and there
a dandelion...

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MANICURED MADNESS

I hear the rasp of a freshly
laundered pillow
on my face
next to me the
noise of a Leopard
sleeping
as we take off
in a lightning
storm

you will realise
this is where
your journey 
starts
through crystal
blue explosions
arc
when you leave
this world
with weeping
heart

look at you
reading poetry
lost in this
game
a long time
ago
through a
telescope
of soft
eyes

into the silence...

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