that faint evening walked did I along those grounds
occassionally tapping my unclear legs on those silent little grasses
never did `ey cry nor nod their heads on
they remained placid almost
what reason, not anyone knows
it dint hurt them, or so one did feel
or they speak not but bear
not expressing...
June 17, 2005
receding shores
scribbled at 12:48 PM
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2 comments:
Seems let out in a pensive mood.
Quite right. The words fell in place.
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