April 2, 2013

  • 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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