by Unknown
Aug 2009 401 Views 1 comments
A song of mystical beauty
The silence,
delicately woven in the still night,
as i walk along the stream.
Generous tidings of moonlight,
filtered gleam through the stream,
catching the stars of naked trout,
twillight when striked,
moths chosen height,
spirals to the sound of the grasshoppers hymn.
In the spirits thirst,
staring at my feet,
Laughter in the stream,
forgotten the ruefull tunes of life.
delicately woven in the still night,
as i walk along the stream.
Generous tidings of moonlight,
filtered gleam through the stream,
catching the stars of naked trout,
twillight when striked,
moths chosen height,
spirals to the sound of the grasshoppers hymn.
In the spirits thirst,
staring at my feet,
Laughter in the stream,
forgotten the ruefull tunes of life.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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