Flick of thoughtA Poem by Grant
Delinquish my river rose
Carved from Nathan's timbres Gun powder filled the meadow air The willows dancing in the wind Capturing the reflection of ghostly navy Grasping out for my lover Hoping to run away to the magical world As I want to become one with them © 2012 Grant |
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Added on May 26, 2012 Last Updated on May 26, 2012 |

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