Bowin (bowin) wrote,
Bowin
bowin

And we'd sleep, oh so close
But not really close our eyes
'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in
blue...
Gently weeping nights.
It was long, long ago
And I still can't touch your name.

For the days of fate were strong for you...
Danced you far from me.

In my madness
I see your face in mine.
I keep a photograph,
It burns my wall with time.
Time,
An Occasional Dream
Of mine.
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