Love.Song
.. "and the Indian Sang, but you heard no song?"
I walked a park once ago and long, it was hard to leave the lonely breeze but alas, I did
walk on. So much love so easily given, shown to blow in the winds of Heaven, known to
those a treasured vision and yet so lost and gone. I stood a while with a tear in eye then
turning away I shed the cry. Can it be that love has died? Down the path to sorrows door
checking hear and there for more, turning in search of that elusive thing we dream and
hope blows in our wind. I won't believe and can't just see a love gone dead inside of me...
I walk again to write the Songs in search of a love once known and gone.
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