Sunday, August 28, 2011

Come By Storm




All that was
A picture was
A poem was a poem
Words were trees of brown of gold
You were a place I had come to know

If the dark falls early
Would you come in the night
Would you come with the morning
Come by fire or come by storm

Laura Gibson - Come By Storm : Beasts of Seasons

1 comment:

Brittyb said...

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