April 2, 2013
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Variations of days passed
What word on sweet breeze my heart doth hear.....caught in minds mist.....thus written here........
Wild Rose
Oh beautiful rose
Thou sunlight kissed
This broken heart
In morning mist
Sweet tender tear
Eyes gently shed
Your cheek caressed
with upheld head
Chris
the moon and stars shine bright the closer one gets
Comments (3)
I always enjoy your music and your words.
such a large (by which i mean, infinite) heart this human dost have. a virtual Shakespeare, here. oxoooooooooooooooooooooooooo
@Bels_Kaylar - As a lad in 3rd grade They passed a newspaper like booklet around which had books for sale. We were encouraged to select a book and purchase it. my choice was the complete works of Shakespeare. Already thought of as a strange child who voraciously read the encyclopadeas, I was allowed, and read to my hearts content. It was a strong influence......."alas poor Yoric" and I listen very often to Beethovens Moonlight Sonota.... continued on next post
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