The clouds and critics by Keith D Allison
Gentle child
so long ago
touched your grace
The sky was blue
the time was warm
memories, hold the hours of darkness
Fluttery moments
the butterfly
ancient time, of the child
Cold cold
the icing winds
rolling the turbans of the Atlantic wave
Feel the pain of the bearings sea
Winter holding its grasp
the heart longing to breathe
Love
oh love
play your melody
06/05/2011 Posted on 06/06/2011 Copyright © 2025 Keith D Allison
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Posted by Amy Manning on 06/08/11 at 03:32 AM This is beautiful and I can't put my finger on why. I read it over and over and just appreciate the feeling it invokes. Thanks. |
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