when clouds gather as one,
storm will knock the tree
a wanderer beneath,
his pencil dance,then later he reads,
and the earth listens to him
flowers and long grass bow to agree,
birds above share their beauty,
way up high, he gaze afar
whether a glimpse of heaven
through storm then beyond clouds,
if he could hold,
that the hope he wrote,
do exist.
Deep and Meaningless - Rooster
15 years ago
1 comment:
wanderer hmmm reminds me of a song
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