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 ♥
down every long alley
in every blank wintered window
and time weathered brick
in each thrumming wire
humming your name
i will listen for you
Those cables hangins look like a kind of industrial forest hiding the house. Great work.
Down the memory lane/ unperturbed by web of overhead wires/ without loosing in dark shadows/ a single reverberation persists/ His name.
♫ listening , I hear, your song flowing through ☺4
hauntingly wonderful my friend
Thank you Starshine ♥
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