by Spinoza66Wexford, Ireland
Mar 2015 339 Views 0 comments
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In a field
Along time ago
And yet it is only yesterday
That, that boy
Could not go in straight lines.
Because dreams never do.
Birds singing
Calls him home, to youth
And ancient stories told.
Along time ago
And yet it is only yesterday
That, that boy
Could not go in straight lines.
Because dreams never do.
Birds singing
Calls him home, to youth
And ancient stories told.
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Posted: Mar 2015
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