Fair Their Wells To Know Besides You, Willow TreeA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
In this.. Here we are: At both sides are vast,
Ye ancient test, Ever-If-So, But alas, Reaches The ground behind, I did only see that way ahead, All the way around, Instead; Enchants signs Upon the other sides: Further events been, All-Up-Into- There, Better continue on, Down under, Sunsets. From one, Let us say; Oh, We're so, There, There, There, There's great How classic dances webs for that wish; Strange fruit thrice, Diggin' in those loops: Climbin' it or passin' by while durin' zones, Of blues unusual, Flannels & vinyls warms joys. Fair Their Wells To Know Besides You, Willow Tree ~ The darkness, Maybe might had been, How to beat, Float, Be a-lit. Shapes made to call; The right seat Thru & Thru Sweeps back, At the bottom, To & From, In the shades, In the sorrows fell. Had faced a-stone: Had causes for not; Storms & Stresses, Thorns never reflects waysides & palms seen recieves Up deep only been chances with vines without Openin' waves & lost effects that's correct; Yestereen night Glad reappearance, Seems meant to stand on. Considers being echoes on new colors splashes Rollin' up the hill so far: Since whence their gone, Alone blooms fly, The wind's chance Spins flowers less, or more. Pleasant pictures: Rest Often Dawns, Drawn-Out, All the muse much points outside Stems the ways that tide glows; Best Snickers snack The heart is within the ripples of toast, Sound & Silence still: Matter & Spirit, To & From, Out of me rapidly, Abouts this in.. The very few bars Moments at their wells There above shines, ( It's slowin' up, Go down Vine St. ) Stop & Convene, Until; Springtime but in my mind Now on; In a-dream we found: Bored no-more to, Floors it's closer on paths. Fair Their Wells To Know Besides You, Willow Tree ~ © 2024 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley |
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Added on January 21, 2020 Last Updated on February 22, 2024 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles b.. more..Writing |