My story my guild weaving stars in mane

My story my guild weaving stars in mane

8 January 2016

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The memories askew the light at the end

The Lilies stood tall roots six feet under

The fall I recall lightning and thunder

The breath mill that slew I begged to pretend

 

Alas now I knew these ways would contend

My Heart stood at wall the feet mere blunder

The mind before fall amnesia’s plunder

The moments so few where the will would bend

 

I would then rebuild from thread of Heart wane

A distant glue spilled upon clumsy hands

A heart’s hoofbeats chilled upon frozen lands

 

My story my guild weaving stars in mane

The fool now so thrilled would make more demands

Cross me for oats milled sparse watery plain

 

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Everybody’s gotta learn sometime – Beck

Windmills of your Mind – Sharleen Spiteri

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