Your present yourself unadorned
to the world
children in kindergarten gates...
trapped...
who have become adults...
don't be late
for the dead tune calls....
Midnite....
beaming moonlight
on shining breast
yawns the distant thunder crashed...
upon deep shores
caressed by soft winds...
In wildness and abandon
our souls touch...
Are we there yet?
Written by Rhiannon August 2005 Copyrights owned by Rhiannon (Barbara)
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