Walk With Me - a Rondelet
Walk with me , please.
So many things I must tell you.
Walk with me , please,
under stars, before this night flees.
Stories I'll tell, while the moon's new.
Strolling through the grasses wet dew,
walk with me, please.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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