Reunion

Δημιουργός: curious

A happy vicar I might have been two hundred years ago,to preach upon eternal doom and watch my walnuts grow .E.B.

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The die is cast.

Time has started counting.

Sleepless through the centuries ,

but newly born , thougth like cloud ,

has arisen to the sky .

Soul mate , my other half ,

return , be mine .


Uncountable silent words ,

run me ashore , painful waves of mind ,

to build my ivory throne ,

cold and lonliness inside .

Δημοσίευση στο stixoi.info: 23-08-2010