"say it with words"
Now I am merely as a hand
that holds the pen to write
For you the words
to own as flowers
Feelings that will clothe you
and your heart
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
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