Lost in the wind, lost in the thought, not alone am I?
Equally lost are the wandering leaves and cold nights;
Oh dear bright flowers that I see around, tell those friends,
That I miss their sight. The bright sunny days have stolen my sleep.
My slumber time dreams are now just a slimmering gleam.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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