A Universe of Verse
We winded our way down
the steep wind
blown
scented fields of lavender
lemon honey
where
dreams still flow like
a breath
of fresh
air
And this is where we came
to feel the breath
of the tall
trees
and listen to the leaves
and the voice of
time
* In memory of Dean Potter & Graham Hunt
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tall trees listen to the leaves
the voice of time
steep and wind blown
like a breath of fresh air
feel the breath of the
scented fields of
lavender, honey, and lemon
We winded our way down
And this is where we came
to where the dreams still flow
