Sunday, October 16, 2011

some days are like a poem

some days are really like a poem,
often the random images rhyme
the sunshine becomes the moon's shine, it would seem

a few fallen leaves shinnig brightly, up at the limbs they once clung to

the more things change, the more they stay the same, a daydream
there is always that surprise, just when things look dark

so leave the door open, hold tight to the spark

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~~Mickie Postle wander among trees on the path I used to walk forever is here