The Greener Grass The greener grass of yearningHas but kept the lovesick burningThere's a citadel of hopeBeyond a field of 10-foot wallsWhere I can hear the cherub callsFor me to cross the circus ropeFor there's a lonely wind that blowsInside my kingdom's stale airAnd it's the colour of her hairAnd I just feel it never goesWho'dve known the world was flatInside the longing of his hatThere is a stormcloud of ElationThat will not finish my paintingFor I feel the canvas taintingPaints peel off without relationThere's a vast desert of longingWhere all the beauty in the landHas just been buried in the sandWith all the treasures
Saucer The saucer's surface was a-coveredBy pennies that were undiscoveredDescended from the golden sunIn light of paint stripped and recoveredThe saucer laughed with timid friendsQuite unknowing what transcendsSoundless whispers ring the skyProcessed through an opaque lensThe saucer lived upon a sharkIngesting sunlight ‘till it’s darkQuite intriguing to beholdQuite insightful to remarkThe saucer never heard its smileIt feared the thought it may be vileMangled like a wicked fruitStretched in hedonistic styleThe saucer broke into a runConcluding with its ears undonePainted songs in its footstepsThe gran
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