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Canopy of heather
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Friday, 15th July 2011 @ 10:44:41 PM in AEST
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The night is a fallen
Forest burning
Canopy of heather
Rising from the sunlight
Wheat husks and rye
An infinite silver blue
It is time to sleep
The mountains open
My soul, forgotten
Rivers crossing
Crags and crevices
Sounding unknown
Trumpets
Heaven, open your eyes
A cup of coffee
Trembling hand
Touches
Trembling hand
Left to wither
With time
To write one
Last song
Baby, take my hand
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iodinelove
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2011-07-15 22:44:41]
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Re: Canopy of heather
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by ming on
Monday, 18th July 2011 @ 09:27:37 AM AEST
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Ahhh...in my mind Heather switchs from female to flowers and back again as nature and beauty and love smash together for an awesome read.
ming |
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Re: Canopy of heather
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by emystar on
Monday, 18th July 2011 @ 09:53:28 PM AEST
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I couldn't comment when I first read this. I gave my wireless key board a tea bath and needless to say It didn't like that at all.
Any ways, Abe, this isss great playing as always,
big huggs, blessings |
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