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braid my words

the leaves are rolling
down the lea of the hill
the air is changing from
the soft warm of spring
to the cool hand of winters chill

and I live my lonely sweet song
made of peaches and plums
singing a song of persistence
showing them all of our brilliance
by our very resistance
we are diligence proceeding in presence
dying and calming on the wild seas
oceans of sequential frequency those waves
and we hear the call of the sailors who sailed
strung out dry on the sands the sands of time
sending bottled lives on back to the land

why….why
is the time always nigh
there’s never enough
of the treasure of time
in the presence of wine

I ache in the place where my heart sings
the songs are sonatas that braid all my words
and black is the colour of bruises
while white is the answer that lures
let go of your burdens and fly

the longer I live, the wiser I love
bleeding and boning the fish
each day I am earnestly seeking
to catch the star on which we will wish

braid my words

© Karin Taylor

Joined February 2008

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