Saturday, July 27, 2013

A Rachel kind of an afternoon late, blessed...

O how She sings a song
Wishing all the way
Shades how She hath dyed
Cool air how She perfumed lied,
As if a Rachel singing all the way
As if wishes Her for me she in laid,

As if She hath wished a shelter from heat
As if She hath wished a cool breezy tranceful treat,

As if She hath heard known it all
As if She hath smelt the burnt leaves of Fall...

O how She sings a song
Wishing all the way
Shades how She hath dyed
Cool air how She in her flied...

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