• alisdaire_ocaoimph 5w

    Imagination

    We talked imagination
    Played the ration
    Of thoughts , images
    That gathered, drew
    The wooded hue
    Where moist to ground
    The mornings dew
    Washed fresh the bright eyes
    Dawn's vibrant sky's
    To whisper upon tender ears
    Sweeping away the tears
    To these unending years.

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