he came to go
You have gone like a summer’s eve
the desert wind to grieve
leaving mankind to believe
there is no love to relieve
gone with the summers eve
the wind
the breeze
now tis time for love to freeze
come back as the tremor does
and
fly on the back of the wind in turn
come from the wilderness
where I believe
from where you your loved one
want to retrieve...
make it a belief ....
HIS....
The first love
what a jolt
I thought it was a bolt
from you
from the blue
but the moon was still smiling
my lovely friend at you
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Loved
Your theme is great and the words flow well but try not to get carried away, pull back and read it again then you will see the flow goes off at a tangent a little in the middle of this piece, I know you can write up there with the rest so take more care, Yours as always, Ian
running
temperature ?
no...
tight schedule
will do
u help too