Sudden came the fall in temperature
that evening on the hillside
just me and the giant rock
on the hillside looking east
We chatted about her wonders for hours
he told me he missed her as much as I do
I grabbed his hand and to told him not to cry
looking into his eyes I told him, all of us do die
I did beg him please dear friend
do not let me shed tears for you again
please don't fall this day
as our inconceivability did
So I told him in quiet and old songs
the time when trees were like baby shrubs
when they sung hymns from the outside blue
for Primrose Molly was our only true love
Always was she a woman of good joy
a glory for all to behold
her eyes sparkled sapphire blue
as sunshine turned her hair gold
She would dance each day in parks public
with the summer wind caressing her hair
and with fragile hands of opal and ivories grace
did dear Primrose Molly do her utmost fair
So me and the rock sit here
here on the hillside steep
and in good thoughts
her soul we will keep
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Sudden came the fall in temperature
that evening on the hillside
just me and the giant rock
on the hillside looking east
We chatted about her wonders for hours
he told me he missed her as much as I do
I grabbed his hand and to told him not to cry
looking into his eyes I told him, all of us do die
I did beg him please dear friend
do not let me shed tears for you again
please don't fall this day
as our inconceivability did
So I told him in quiet and old songs
the time when trees were like baby shrubs
when they sung hymns from the outside blue
for Primrose Molly was our only true love
Always was she a woman of good joy
a glory for all to behold
her eyes sparkled sapphire blue
as sunshine turned her hair gold
She would dance each day in parks public
with the summer wind caressing her hair
and with fragile hands of opal and ivories grace
did dear Primrose Molly do her utmost fair
So me and the rock sit here
here on the hillside steep
and in good thoughts
her soul we will keep
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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