Saturday 17 August 2013

TIP-TOEING THROUGH TIME:



Spirits shod in slippers of centuries & old marching time,
Souls whisper on breezes & freezes on winter´s iced rime,
Dancing through balmy spring in petals pretty floral frocks,
Heady spinning in leaves, gold, red, as autumn´s cradle rocks.

Tip-toeing through meadow´s corridors & long cloistered halls,
Creeping with cold care, as ancient ivy over old cemetery walls,
Our souls wander & ramble through exits, searching the doors,
Not denting, scarring nor marking, earth´s tender kind floors.

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