‘Tis the feeling that brings thou thoughts in mid blue
Heaping on with thy beauty in the heart
Attending to the twittering, thunderous gulls
Catching a splash in the soft breeze
Turning into a song of angels flowing
As a spin of charm faces and follows
Jotting every moment as it counts and replenishes
Time falls in ‘til come and noon arriving more and more
The cry of little creatures that howl onward
Wishing this will not run so soon into a memory
But hoping for this to walk again and
Love and pray for all has happened will be with more
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Author:
meaganwalls60 (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2016 15:39
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
we forget love we trust in time we loathe the leavings and leftovers we strive to be on time for forever and ever as if we always do it for love and we die they quaff the memory and we die never alone but with Camel cigarettes let's all be born lunatics is it au revoir or goodbye?
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