untitled tributeA Poem by Circeyour voice is lost to the storm. rain chimes on my dreamchest the country roads live in your palm beautiful soil born of a bull water marks memory and a path to the stars billabong birds night song unknown coordinates the boys laughter belongs with the crisp earthy air and stories poured into the rough weeds where horse trod light where mind encapsulates the world warrior of hard fought seasons the land calls dreaming children open space deep roots & contentment © 2013 Circe |
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Added on May 31, 2013Last Updated on June 3, 2013 Author
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