through a filed full of haze with the forest leaves stokin the maze begins to open push past the gate as the as the tall trees have broken. the roots have run deep with each storm not broken.. the winds carry fast with eyes that are open the field grass may blow the seeds to be sowed, the eyes will decieve the forgotten words owed , deep was the plunge with a cliff dives pass, the bottom was jagged of tears turned golden, dream what you will with dreams you are hopin, locked behind the cold dark shadows will stormy eyes feel spoken, grey to the touch and warm to the thought, those eys back a 50 foot fence hop over the barb push to the middle, stop to think maybe even sniffle, cascade across fallin leaves stokin -Jeremy barkley-
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 13:41:33 +0000
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