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Multicoloured Sanity
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Addicted (Denial) Twisting spiral trees
lay withering beside my mind
Each whisper of the birds
Make life seem so so funny
The laughing of the crows
Making the serenity barbed with wire
And the colours fading out
Into the final close
As I lay on this multicolored field
Wondering where the mind has gone
I see a flock of tumbling thoughts
Passing down the road
The passing thought stopped to me
And bade me come it's way
Until It stopped and stared at thee
To come another day
Falling whilst fell was the wisdom of the day
Marching clouds made gesture's in the sky
While thinking of happy things
As I lay there in my field
