Drifting Away Thoughts
I stand there a moment alone
held in the grasp of time
as trees bare branches waving
Loosing their summer shades
its a dark heavy cast morning
winter's coldest clouds inside sighs
Thoughts drifting away
in a cool damp wind blowing softly
coming down one chilly breeze
from the mountains whispering souls
Memories of love and still the pretty birds they sing
Magic in grace so pure enchanting
very beautiful spells a choir
Their song together, echo in sweet melody
far away in the distance a crow caws
mixing with the sound of a dog barking mad
Feelings in this world
I breathe sighing lonely
listening to the gentle babble of the stream
flowing faraway into a deep ocean
as salt of a thousand tears
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