Daisy never mine

A silent dream of a raindrop falling
Hitting and bursting on the green light
There, unreachable, at the end of the dock.
A lost soul seeking shelter behind colours
That destroy all life and are life.
A burnt down feather at the edge of a wing,
Of a bird that has lost the ability to fly.
A journey through disharmony and noise,
Healing the sickness caused by pop songs.
Rainbows overlaying green in the bursting drop,
A black treasure at the end –
Someone else’s metaphor, loss and a seeker
Who longs to show the way, away from the green.

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