I must learn again
The serenity of stillness,
To be at rest,
That those nervous pests,
Those nervous twitches,
They are stitches in time
To save
And be mine.
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PoetryWords 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
