Tahlia

It is good to know, by travel, wine or grounds, when our life is over, a resistance to all moaning, wooden planks hold us down, light dancing on the loam, in the luminous dawn, you may wonder, when you dream of going, will you stand by water, sunlight at the ponds, Sunday in late October, how beautiful your show, your lips echo the bounds, where my passion flows, they’ll lower me down, after a lifetime in tow, their faces brown, love always around.