[Yellow & Pink} Song of a distant remembrance collides with the voice of a soft presence wafted through the limbs in a waking of senses far beyond the recognition of this world. Doubled is the attention while apprehension swims like a seahorse affixed not belly down but out. Standing while his company moves on without understanding his timing in his gallop. Drawn by the dragging of her hair, She spills a little here. Clings to the moments without disappear. Of course theres always a pair. Can the wind bring a whisper of a tail and uprise this fire with breath full of truth and plans for not one but two. Land back in song, dance along the meadows call, wiping away the dews last shine. Timid the Dandelions wine rejuvenates the thought of that time as the sun fails.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 10:25:31 +0000