Listen to my shiny baubled words,
They are full of the milk of human kindness.
If you in turn,
could look away,
Doing me
An honoured favor.
For my Actions,
My actions
Are curdling,
Unpasteurised,
Slowly turning sour.
Turn away
From the eyes of children,
Silently begging for love,
Reaching out
As a flower
To the Sun,
For the milk of human kindness.
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ПоэзияWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch
