By the window: A poem

Moon in my windowI can see that you’re watching meSoon by my willowI can hear your voice in the sea Thousand miles we goIt is not that old little meMillion memories growIn bend and forgotten trees Ancient rhythms sowA tale so old to preachMy mind it sings lowFor a nameless land I reach I see […]

By the window: A poem

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