I am yet to learn
'twas but a chance;
Shadow games and untold stories
"The elves go 'round the merry go park"
The canopy never ending in this summer sky;
Walking amidst the creepers, laying
on top of twinkling stars
My bonnet and my skin all tied,
I shiver
This is an icy cold morning;
Night creatures lurk about
Barbs of wire all cut
We fence our boundaries
We fence our boundaries;
The unicorn blood runs in our veins;
Hot with love lust, we starve
our sins out;
I am yet to learn the language of this Meadow
We are yet to be tried;
"Flowers can talk"
No more, no never ever 'twere only beauty;
Resolutions form
Constitutions arise
We testify, we testify our love;
Sailors, I see, leaning against the cabin door
awaiting the heir
She went in but an hour ago
Yet I feel she won't arrive;
I am yet to note down further proceedings
but you can, if you may, fill up this jar
'twas mine but from now it shall be yours too
A jar of hearts
A jar for hearts;
We melt as gold with the snow.
-Dawn Wesson
18/7/16
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They Say It's Love #Wattys2017
PoetryA Collection of Poems. Tried to be themed around love. It's like a journey. From the first fall till the last. Come, come love. We never really get what it is. But they say it's love. Dawn Wesson 2015
