When in the vines of love
the tangle of emotions leading
over the railing and hanging
there is found a mystery of the weaving of lives and hearts
And there in the midst
of the rain and shadows
of the love that is hiding
in the garden where the roots in the soil
hide and toil
seeking only the nourishment of folly
and the peace of the rain falling softly
When the sun finally sets and
and the sky is filled with the hues
of your broken heart
remember...
the wind blows again
Thursday, June 9, 2011
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