2 fer Nov. Sundays.. Bury Me Under The Willow. In the Dimming Pall of Autumn falling A single exfoliated ochre toned willow catches the wind creates music ablaze with rose apricots and yellows actively deceased resigned to the ground swirling. Bury me under the willow not in its shade but in its roots. :~)> eb 11/1o/13 On a Garden Pathway ~ Dreaming. On a garden pathway dreaming Is where you come in The way love seemed to soar back when When we were so innocent Now we just need to believe again In what we knew from the beginning Were all the same person under the skin On a garden pathway dreaming I dare say how it should be Its sad that it has to be said Theres how it is and how it could be On a garden pathway dreaming You and I dreaming straight ahead © ebmartin
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 23:10:05 +0000
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