Guest guest Posted September 29, 2002 Report Share Posted September 29, 2002 Over here the deep grass grew where every butterfly I knew flew away from this faint smell one flower only, left in autumn's spell. The winter's calling from the peaks down below the dying speaks, Embrace us all in silent white, let us join again this night Berries asking what is true. Is the poison red or blue? Live or die, return to earth and clay on a bright and sunny day. Sink into tracks of deer and dog through last nights fear and thrills in fog and let brown earth and crystal ice whisper, You are a fool but natures wise . Now you know, deep inside my fold you will rise with all untold for once again to grow and yearn till you are ready to return. Alan Attachment: (image/jpeg) 34678321a.JPG [not stored] Attachment: (image/jpeg) DSCF0080b.JPG [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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