BRIGHT
As the stars which glisten
So deceptively close by
As the fat moon which sneers (peers)
From between ghostly branches
As the smile of the young girl
Picking Yellow flowers in a Blue dress
As a dripping ice lolly
In the Summer warm,
The thoughts of you flash by
Like searing lights leaving
Scars of hopeless wants
And a deep yearning
For home.
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