eclipse Posted July 27, 2012 Share Posted July 27, 2012 I seek the fruit trees intimacy he doesn't seek mine, he needs water my soul needs the wine made from the treasures he flaunts on his vine. The fruit tree his dreams are too deep with an unclosed eye he watches me and his treasures as he sleeps. About me he dreams watching time steal my history as I become an echo in its slipstream and I will not steal his fruit as time steals from me, I will wait for the wind to shake the tree as the winds of time strip me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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