Rushing Doors

Rush go the doors when the tides change their hours And my comings and goings gallop across the the days
Cherry

Farewell is too easy a word

When the summer of change comes along, we ride with its wind, through smoky corridors to an unfortold light To gather our thoughts and plights - -...

Summer daze

Rippling stream crossing the valley green, Curling, swiveling and dribbling To and through the grass so lean. Thriven fields immersed in golden sun, Radiating, shinning and flourishing