When there's this,
lack of accommodation,
and the wind is freezing
and the world is teasing...
The finality's up on sheets
and the grub was the wheat's
the last are of half good feeds.
and rumbling of my tummy,
its food that I really need,
I need more than bird seeds,
the real grass and not weeds
but my veins are so tiny
and cannot be I wish to bleed
and the tweed are so called needed
and the faintly is for the saintly
I'm sweet of dream-ful teases
Your eyes, don't itch like fleeces.
Your skin is much smooth-ness
and my friends cannot bless,
my last memory of **********
lying in wait of realms
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 7:45 PM UTC
When there's this,
lack of accommodation,
and the wind is freezing
and the world is teasing...
The finality's up on sheets
and the grub was the wheat's
the last are of half good feeds.
and rumbling of my tummy,
its food that I really need,
I need more than bird seeds,
the real grass and not weeds
but my veins are so tiny
and cannot be I wish to bleed
and the tweed are so called needed
and the faintly is for the saintly
I'm sweet of dream-ful teases
Your eyes, don't itch like fleeces.
Your skin is much smooth-ness
and my friends cannot bless,
my last memory of **********
lying in wait of realms
A poem by RGH.
Based on a dream I had.........hey she she beautiful, lovely and a wonderful woman. I don't know who she was was, a random lady..........
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