Carry my words
sweet as songbirds
To the ears of someone far.
Right this day
with time's fair play
And a love no purer than ours.
Knowing so well
Paris in pastels
To feel the season's turn cold.
I will always know
there are places I can't go
As the memory begins to lose hold.
1 comment:
Hi, from the sunny side of life...
Your words do knock but you have to do better than this to entice me?
A stranger not so strange...
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