Dreams that hurt

a picture of thought

The willow trees blow so soft in the wind

push back and forth with such charm  

the light flicker upon the church

for it spiral towers so powerful to the eye

the wind chimes clang and bang with such jingle it make my head tingle

for the bluebells that scatter the woods so proud like thousand in a crowed

the sun that shine to warm the days break to stop the shivering quake

oh it feels so good to hold your hand to dance upon the moon of light


for now i must go for i love you so



                                      the night walker  25Th sep 2010





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