Is this a cup I see before me?it’s froth doth overflow.I fear these sullied clouded skieshang pendulous with snow.Those winter warmers prick the skin.My tingling fingers feel,a discontented pang of guilt.Cried thoughts cut so surreal.Atop my vantage point observea field of oil and tin.Combust the dreams of ancient life.This winter WILL begin.
Is this a cup I see before me?
it’s froth doth overflow.
I fear these sullied clouded skies
hang pendulous with snow.
Those winter warmers prick the skin.
My tingling fingers feel,
a discontented pang of guilt.
Cried thoughts cut so surreal.
Atop my vantage point observe
a field of oil and tin.
Combust the dreams of ancient life.
This winter WILL begin.
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
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