Some Place Beyond
Beyond the wee-filled hollow…
A silver-dancing stream, is found
Washing the trembling stones
Along, the cool banks of forgetfulness…
Willow walked the beaten trail,
Warm tears stained her wind-struck face
As rain, drawn by the remains of a forgotten love...
Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2008
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