eclipse Posted August 1, 2016 Share Posted August 1, 2016 Ball of wool moon,my lover and Iknitting needles, sleeping, weavingdreams. In the first dream I was thecloud she the rain, second dream,I was the tree, she the fruit-itrained but apples would not grow.In the third I was an axe-man,shethe wind, I cut down the tree, galeshounded my window panes nightupon night. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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