dream whisper quiet
on a wind
midnight gust
dancing between
drops of rain
within a heave southern fall
you call
lover without a name
words without sand
to write upon
memory
in black and white
don’t bleed on me
just
lay down where the
grass grows dead
sand in my soul
counting
the echoes
lying as graves
so are the eyes
of a man
grown too old
to taste the water
Re-Release! No longer back-listed. Return to the Olde Ways. The hustle and bustle of modern day life has brought many of us to a quick fix attitude.This book is for those of you who are fed up; have looked at your life and your loved ones and realize
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Jane