I sit, and I wonder,
Amid the rain and thunder,
Of things far away,
While in my bed I lay.
But of the most importance,
In my thoughtful remembrance,
I ask myself, I ask me,
What are the flowers like across the sea?
All the native species,
Who keep to themselves across the seas.
Are they purple? Are they pink?
Do they grow together in a single link?
What animals live with the flowers?
And from their thorns do they cower?
It's a simple wish upon a star,
To know what flowers elsewhere are.
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Poems and Proverbs of the Crazy
PoetryA compilation of many different ideas forged from a number of incredible events with good people in this messed up world.
