the days of heaven gold
are coming to its end.
are we the children
of the fall, those of us
who dance in the leaves,
who fail in the cold or the
brashness of summer
**
read about the courage of others,
about the closing of doors,
against the rain and the wind
blowing.
read about the loss of brothers,
about the moving of house
escaping pain,and remember
these golden days of autumn.
going
**
read about the perfection
that never is, the quality that fades
in time, with crosses,
people’s minds.
read about the rain in the cwm,
that blinds and blinds,
and loses paths and footings
**
read about the days
in the old house
the days that are, and were,
and may come with dreams,
and fortitude.
read about it all, and i ask, why do you read here? here?
sbm.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
the days of heaven gold
are coming to its end.
are we the children
of the fall, those of us
who dance in the leaves,
who fail in the cold or the
brashness of summer
**
read about the courage of others,
about the closing of doors,
against the rain and the wind
blowing.
read about the loss of brothers,
about the moving of house
escaping pain,and remember
these golden days of autumn.
going
**
read about the perfection
that never is, the quality that fades
in time, with crosses,
people’s minds.
read about the rain in the cwm,
that blinds and blinds,
and loses paths and footings
**
read about the days
in the old house
the days that are, and were,
and may come with dreams,
and fortitude.
read about it all, and i ask, why do you read here? here?
sbm.
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