Mind's eye pierced
heart shed tears
making lyrics
add rhythmic pulse
a sad song sung
touch torch
burning bright
fire fired flames
gale winds douse
feelings of love
soft petals dance
distant music make
skies of blue
clouds like cotton
grass of green
give me this day...
Nay! Any day
a sweet fleet of dreams
no, not swan songs.
(a repost)
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