When the winds come and the leaves fall
I stand under the willows and wait.
And the water rolls past
My seat of green grass
Where I grow words and the hour grows late.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Waiting for words
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I doubt you need a description after the title.
The Poetess and her daughter
About The Poetess
- Aiden
- I'm a happily married stay at home mom. I love to write poetry, read, cook and be creative. My parents unschooled me, and my husband and I plan to unschool our two amazing children.
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