Tales of Molly Dale’s Blue Eyes
Tales of Molly Dale’s Blue Eyes
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Molly Dale….
Walks along quietly, upon a grassy trail towards the bluer moments, with no ends,
Coming upon trees so free, speaking wooden things… she thinks, that’s how…
How my words would make a difference, when nothing compares and anything could be,
Then in a second glance, warm winds blow leaves, surrounding her softly, only
Telling a beginning of some strange story…. somehow forming into shapes …
This must be art, of a sort… what can I derive, is there a meaning to me, to you?
Molly Dale…
Still walks with a story in mind, though her heart leads the way, not so strange…
I just think about and see the way there, oh and the blue, as if only she approaches,
Seems so far away, yet right along side, reflects the sky in Molly Dale’s Blue eyes…
To be continued, someday
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By Laz.F.12/4/2012
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Oh, I like this, Laz! Trees speaking wooden things, words that should make a difference, heart leading the way.
Monica - September 2, 2014 at 9:42 pm |
Very glad you dig it Monica, Thank’s
There are 3 more in the series , I will post them here and there 🙂
Peace,
Laz
lazfreedman - September 2, 2014 at 9:50 pm |
I can’t wait for the continuation…thanks so much, Laz 🙂
VivianLea Doubt - September 3, 2014 at 5:35 pm |
I’m so glad you dig this Vivianlea!
kind of you to reblog it also … tis one I like too!
Thank you, 🙂
Laz
lazfreedman - September 3, 2014 at 6:52 pm |
Reblogged this on Me, and my imaginary friend.
VivianLea Doubt - September 3, 2014 at 5:36 pm |
that first line about walking toward bluer moments will resonate in my head during my walk today 🙂 thanks for that!
ebbtide - September 5, 2014 at 5:26 pm |
I’m so glad your walk will include this odd story my friend… 🙂
enjoy your walk Sarah!
Thank’s,
Laz
lazfreedman - September 5, 2014 at 6:45 pm |