Healing the Lines of Time »
By Poetry on Sep 12, 2009 in Poetry | 0 Comments
I walked through the trees
Found a mecca in the shadow
Misconception pine and hard
Asked god
How is calf love made
Then a gentle fresh breeze
Sent from the south sea
Whispered he nom de guerre
How could it be
Leer midland you dear
Release she dismay
The infatuation you seek
Will magically glint
Swallow in who we were made to be
A loving ghost
Who shares without avarice
Pass [...]



















































