Something matters.. evil scatters.. love in green of woods.. early in spoken patters.. raindrops clear and good… Peace T.
Europe bumpy topomap old, people few..close eyes.. dream ..rivers. sea, roses sweet
church old high steeple cross..remind me of..one murdered cruel by greedy fools for he spoke Father’s love..
Wooden buckets bound by copper woman carries home..fresh milk eager children..man who stays love never roams..fix past winter damage..will Spring bring one more child?..summer sun love passion..pretty girl..or boy strong, mild..
Morning rooster crows his song starts day each one..sometimes stands his favorite fence.. outlined by rising sun..
Mama naked woman..yesteryear a girl..still can share..laugh.. compare dream friends unknown who care..
Quiet hum in morning..duet song with light..pretty smile clear-eyed look..knows life spectrum right.. love umbrella held in fated hand..her earthy love..her man.. children, friends they understand..
Happy home such as it is..beauty sings her mind..given, taken full with best love she can dream to find..come or go..happy flow determined by a feel..part hers, part was always there..to show what is real..simple can be easy.. keep from bored so hard…
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