The sun is my only friend
as I stand here alone
The wind my only blanket
for no other I have known
My mind is the only canvas
to paint pictures of the world
My spirit likes to dance
and with it the daisies twirl
My heart is lost at sea
killed by the absent knife
And so I play the game alone
The game many call life.
as I stand here alone
The wind my only blanket
for no other I have known
My mind is the only canvas
to paint pictures of the world
My spirit likes to dance
and with it the daisies twirl
My heart is lost at sea
killed by the absent knife
And so I play the game alone
The game many call life.
JeremiahSamuelTemple
writerlady14_
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