You had them,
wore them like a festival
tiptoeing through
the roses of my mind
and the rush
of a running stream
overtook me.
I was awash
in your dreams,
screaming
for our deliverance.
O the tinkling,
the shrillness girl.....yes,
your bells,
your whistle,
this romance!
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
You had them,
wore them like a festival
tiptoeing through
the roses of my mind
and the rush
of a running stream
overtook me.
I was awash
in your dreams,
screaming
for our deliverance.
O the tinkling,
the shrillness girl.....yes,
your bells,
your whistle,
this romance!
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