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Tales of Molly Dale’s Blue Eyes

Tales of Molly Dale’s Blue Eyes           



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





By Laz.F.12/4/2012


7 Responses to “Tales of Molly Dale’s Blue Eyes”

  1. Oh, I like this, Laz! Trees speaking wooden things, words that should make a difference, heart leading the way.

  2. Very glad you dig it Monica, Thank’s
    There are 3 more in the series , I will post them here and there 🙂

  3. I can’t wait for the continuation…thanks so much, Laz 🙂

  4. that first line about walking toward bluer moments will resonate in my head during my walk today 🙂 thanks for that!

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