A rose to keep, her name my pun..
Saturday, April 7th, 2007Where song nor lips would never meet
I long for eyes that none could greet
Up on those hills my feet now tread..
No stop nor rest could keep me fed..
For hunger still my heart would yearn
Just autumn leaves that one would spurn..
Just hands, my own.. i held just one
A rose to keep, her name my pun..
Just time and tide, the setting sun…
Notes:
Its raining.. just cloudy skies
What a depressing piece of work