Sunday, December 15, 2013

Rustling Hearts Like Winded Trees

Brush of time in paint define
the rhyme of memories
sounds of raging rivers
rustling hearts like winded trees
Kiss from warming sun has come
to aging bones' delight
still here we find the past remind
that time knows not it's plight
Wisdom comes in waning sun
when skies are cold and gray
the brush of time in paint define
that nothing fades away

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