The Pond


If you are passing by this pond
,
sit by me and take your time....

4.30.2014

Tangled

Counting hours, counting time
Cannot come up with good rhyme

Mystery is gone, but feeling is there
Spring is wild and love in the air

I want to see you, in that square
Where we hold each other and no one care

I sit on your lap and you on the chair
Not too far from where they pray

Sky is cloudy and there is a blare
Here comes the thunder after the ray

The lovers are tangled, still sitting there
As the rain goes through their hair

Lips on lips and they whisper
My bittersweet, tongue twister:

Lovers lively lavish love
An eternity, can't walk out of



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