<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455130" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I'm drowning in harebells…</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright as water in bitter wells<br>Where a smile draws the dust<br>Oh I'm drowning in harebells…<br>Chewing on what's solaced.<br> <br>Oh like a pocket penknife <br>She cuts me when I treat her kind.<br>But she doesn't know me? <br>She just slipstreams into my mysterious life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into my mysterious mind <br>Saying; were just two of a kind<br>To be cremated together under the sun<br>But honestly she doesn't know me, none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when head lights intercept us…<br>As another fortified acceptance falls<br>I see her like a bridge with backward waters<br>Draining an ocean; with no-pitfalls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright as water in bitter wells<br>Where a smile draws the dust<br>Oh I'm drowning in harebells <br>Chewing on what's solaced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Daughter of the lilies where the dragonfly<br>Dwells to the north in my blood<br>And the golden bees dusting in their lunch<br>Girl you've got such charms knee deep in mud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh purple pools and shadow <br>I'm caught up with you<br>Could be dancing on a cloudless moon<br>But I'm just falling down a well with you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Heathcote">Mark Heathcote</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455130" data-title="I'm drowning in harebells… de Mark Heathcote" data-description="Bright as water in bitter wells Where a smile draws the dust Oh I'm drowning in harebells… Chewing on what's solaced. Oh like a pocket penknife She cuts me when I treat her kind. But she doesn't know me? She just slipstreams into my mysterio..."></div> </div> </div>

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