The Looking Glass
Rearranging this board amid time's stillness be the early morn; silence
Takes her hand as, shifting sands ? Careful the brush, a thoughtful stroke
What's the hurry she says a cup of coffee and cigarette, there's no one there ?
Closing his eyes, beautiful butterflies, flying by; circling, waterfalls in purple skies....
Love's golden locks their diamond crowns; silver bells tubular clouds ? When we were young.
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2014
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