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Desperate
That's what they call me
How can the lily pad float I wonder
What holds it up?
I know not of science or that of understanding
But I see what I feel
Sickly scented summers, sweet and bursting with bruised apples
Expanded flowers turning to great white heat
And the deer that tread softly upon water sucked ground
That is where the cricket's song lies
Listen
Where grass is depicted alike to the grass of Egyptian walls
And waters seep into air, shrinking in their tepid pools
But here trapped in a circle of frost
Latched onto earth
Here is affliction
Let not those reeds drag the water lily down
But to bloom above that of flitting fins
Neither freeze nor thaw
Rather, live and be warm
Desperate is what they call me
But I listen to summer's song and summers end
I glimpse the mottled sky not drain of colour but burst into an array
A landscape painting of beauty if there ever was one
Desperate I may be
Yet, the Lily pad stays afloat
That's what they call me
How can the lily pad float I wonder
What holds it up?
I know not of science or that of understanding
But I see what I feel
Sickly scented summers, sweet and bursting with bruised apples
Expanded flowers turning to great white heat
And the deer that tread softly upon water sucked ground
That is where the cricket's song lies
Listen
Where grass is depicted alike to the grass of Egyptian walls
And waters seep into air, shrinking in their tepid pools
But here trapped in a circle of frost
Latched onto earth
Here is affliction
Let not those reeds drag the water lily down
But to bloom above that of flitting fins
Neither freeze nor thaw
Rather, live and be warm
Desperate is what they call me
But I listen to summer's song and summers end
I glimpse the mottled sky not drain of colour but burst into an array
A landscape painting of beauty if there ever was one
Desperate I may be
Yet, the Lily pad stays afloat
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Um...i honestly have no idea what this is. A load of rubbish. I know what it means, but it's disjointed. It only took around ten minutes.
It's a load of random things. Tell me what you think though.
You have no right to copy, distribute or do anything with this poem. It beloongs to me. (c)
It's a load of random things. Tell me what you think though.
You have no right to copy, distribute or do anything with this poem. It beloongs to me. (c)
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The meaning I got out of it was that you may be desperate, but your still able to propel your way above the drowning currents of life's hardships. You may be desperate and you may be struggling, but you still stand a fighting chance. And what keeps you fighting to stay afloat is all the beauty and fascination life has to offer.