Ashlyn - Angelic

LYLAS

Together,

Within a smudge of blue,

I walk the footpath.

Together,

With only ourselves in a group,

We are content.

Together,

We are somehow complete,

Needing no-one else.

Together,

We hear the voice behind us,

Interrupting our private world.

Together,

As if one person, we glance back,

See the voice that spoke.

Together,

We try to accomidate that person,

Losing the closeness we had.

Together,

The conversation we make,

Is of mindless event.

Together no longer,

We become matters of blue,

That once made a beautiful smudge.

By: Bronwyn Polson

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