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Nov 2015
How I crave and long
For my heart to return
As it lifted blue sky's
Even rains and made
All the birds sing
Painted the grass green
And spread colour over
flowers over everything

How I pray for you
to hurry home as I have
a cuppa here waiting
For where I used to feast
I now live on bread crumb

For my eyes would barely
touch the sea and you
would fill and over flow me
But now I drop a stone in
the hollows of my soul
I barely here an echo
as it hits the bottom
As I now stir anΒ Β 
empty bowl as I fall
into a bottomless well

How I crave for my heart to return
sweeter than any maiden
Just experimenting I don't usually write like this
Written by
Adam Childs  Lyme Regis
(Lyme Regis)   
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