Dream
when the night gets dark
my mind just like a lark
takes flight from place to place
doth comes face to face
some memories from the past
some dreams that forever last
some stories untold
deep inside did I fold
in silent dark room
like a witch sitting on broom
I go on a ride
beaming all with pride
the places never dared
my worldly eyes stared
tonight in a forest black
I go on to slack
...
Thursday 25th January 2018 11:05 am
Lon dark way
A long dark way and the loneliness deep
Some memories some wists along i keep
silence complete the wind one can hear
Hissing of moving leaves everywhere
A shady path align with trees
A sight from all cares it frees
Some dry leaves wistfully laid
Some still on trees all greenfly clad
A musk of dry dust in air
The drowning sun with few last stares
rising some smoke from chimneys far ...
Thursday 25th January 2018 11:02 am

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