Creep tide take my hand
Till time abides this never
Fallen down in farthest realm,
Somewhere’s darkest shore –
Cling under dusk grey sun;
Lay in forget-me-not blue;
Stand up, right, on morns star;
Walk forward into far –
Come undone, become, now come
Take nothing that’s not yours.
Hold everything, green, red or gold
Within your womb of old make peace
For fates hand turns, your life’s time-piece.
IW
Beauty. 🙂
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;D
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This is so full of thoughts and Ideas, Belinda. Are you in between?
Leslie
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dunno really – maybe? probably? always am! hehe.
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Considering it all…..
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pretty much
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🙂
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