A Picture of Thought
The willow trees blow so soft in the wind
push back and forth with such charm
the light flicker upon the church
for it spiral towers so powerful to the eye
the wind chimes clang and bang with such jingle it make my head tingle
for the bluebells that scatter the woods so proud like thousand in a crowed
the sun that shine to warm the days break to stop the shivering quake
oh it feels so good to hold your hand to dance upon the moon of light
for now i must go for i love you so
the nightwalker 6th
oct 2010
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