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In Chains Of Faded Flowers
You're gone but it was good
You had to put up with a lot
My moods and wanderings
A child dying alone in his cot
Carnations bring you back
Our shady garden bowers
You dangle from my heart
In chains of faded flowers
High up on Ilkley Moor
Laid in fields of heather
Laughing we made love
Never mind the weather
His birth was not easy
For you might h...
Saturday 17th October 2020 11:04 am
stonepile
: muddened finger nails we prize
path trodden stones for the cairn
shoeless pattering feet fresh
their voices echo forlorn
curlew cries a'ringing rocks
flying out over brown heather
knuckle bones will not do
only pelvis and cheek
to smack down crunch
powder for we are building
wishes - wishes are not free
Monday 6th April 2015 10:23 pm
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