Leaves are green and gold, the grass silver,
the night is dark, but my heart light.
The Wind God weaves from the,
green, gold and silver colours,
a little secret, then whispers it to me,
whispers,
'Breathe
Breathe'.
Trish 1/4/14
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| Trish 1/4/14 |
Saturday, April 5, 2014
WHY?
Words float. Why?
Leaves are green and gold, the grass silver,
the night is dark, but my heart light.
The Wind God weaves from the,
green, gold and silver colours,
a little secret, then whispers it to me,
whispers,
'Breathe
Breathe'.
Trish 1/4/14
Leaves are green and gold, the grass silver,
the night is dark, but my heart light.
The Wind God weaves from the,
green, gold and silver colours,
a little secret, then whispers it to me,
whispers,
'Breathe
Breathe'.
Trish 1/4/14
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