Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
on a pathway
to a newer level
then crossing smoothly back
i walk Trower’s bridge of sighs
Ah, how I wish/ crossover of life/ was smooth event like crossing a bridge!!!
when the Sun don’t shine and the Moon don’t move the time…
we walk those planks that bridge between what then and rhyme
slow beat, baritone whiskey and scream, in our seats
we are slow handing each step that greets
how we walk where the clouds might too,
to understand what not believing means…
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