Ivy blankets grow over the path of this long forgotten canal where weeping willows shed silent tears and darkness looms in history now laid deep in the musty foilage of yesterdays scream
I thought about you, about us, lovers tangled in an ethereal knot of beauty with gently under-tones of soft skin touching the soul. a cool blend of you and me
i smiled, then cried holding on tight to the memory
I miss your touch on these lonely walks through deserted streams, wondering if magic lamps rubbed daily could wish you back, while fires dwindled in the hearth of time flown by sad to to think about our lives gone passing, hidden in the shawows of the infant night
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