a wild rose
spoke to me on the trail
i stopped
listened
and realised it was you
talking to the son
wanting to dance
in morning
sunlight
© BlindPoet
March 9, 2009 by blindpoet259
a wild rose
spoke to me on the trail
i stopped
listened
and realised it was you
talking to the son
wanting to dance
in morning
sunlight
© BlindPoet