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Julian Buckrell Poem
Alone with my thoughts.
My downfall...
My fears...
Cascading as waterfalls casting no image to see,
Hold back the teardrop of random Sorrow,
Wishing..wondering as I stare at the floor..
Stained, decaying and damp from all that is given,
Wipe it away so easily it seems,
Recalling my hopes, fears and dreams.
Copyright © Julian Buckrell | Year Posted 2020
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Julian Buckrell Poem
Of place and our time
Do untold thoughts align.?
When the space of word,
Able to be uttered; herd.
Our tasks at hand.
They shift as if light upon a Window in a summer rains distraction.
Some are to gather,
Some are to share,
Others are left,
Departing; on the air.
Kept of our silence prone,
standing.
Doubting the possible.
The bold to leave,
Unsaid of true intention.
Nor possessing the sand
to bring such; to mention.
Copyright © Julian Buckrell | Year Posted 2020
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Julian Buckrell Poem
We sat,
We shared feelings we dared...
Truth with no lies denying our disguise,
Not using time as a guise..
No haste in our eyes,
Do you realise that you
actually cared.?
As the sun rises,
So too our disguises,
Our faces our minds,
Daylight our confines,
To darkness we seek to let our soul speak..
Then freedom we know comes only but then....
Till the sun rises....
Copyright © Julian Buckrell | Year Posted 2020
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