Circles and Cycles Part 2A Poem by Thatch
Walk along my wall with me
Take a chance and see the scenes Where the babies dare to dream Just for a few eternities Strike it high and far along Stretching towards the evening sun Swing in low and hear the song I play it on my sacred gong While the clouds spill into night Tuck into the fading light And think of ways to keep this time La luna meets my lucid eye
© 2016 Thatch |
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