Sunday, 17 May 2015
The Sunday Posts2015/ Passing Love
Because you are to me a song.
I must not sing you over- long.
Because you are to me a prayer
I cannot say you everywhere.
Because you are to me a rose-
You will not stay when summer goes.
Photo by Alistair.
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