IMAGES FROM THE DARK ROOM: BEHIND EVERY CLOUD

Friday, November 8, 2013

BEHIND EVERY CLOUD

BEHIND EVERY CLOUD He walked within himself Through the yellow leaved aspen trees Collecting thoughts from falling things As nature’s breath blushed his cheeks Humming a tune his mother sang When he was a boy Tied to apron strings And the words she sowed Danced into his dreams, Like yellow leaves on... Sign in to see full entry.

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