Falling Water All things have sides. The moon old as can be hides - TopicsExpress



          

Falling Water All things have sides. The moon old as can be hides half with those soft and silvery hands. Morning glory turns up curious warm as gold eyes. Wet things bend under the first rain. The season pushes another away. Fall come down over us slowly, like a new lover, tenderly let the first leaf come away. I will sing as it flitters down wrinkled bird captured light. My heart is the soft place it lands. Night is an ocean unafraid of its power. Stay outside if you must change enters easier when you are silent as sky.
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 19:36:48 +0000

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