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gustav klimt

walk with me and tell me some more
of the things that will be and others before
let my thoughts wander upon billowy sky
heavenly melody lends favor to broken heart’s cry
sun’s low-cast sunset on autumn windy chill
winter ice gathers upon my mind’s frosted sill
o, tell me a tale of my life once more
embellishing nothing from present to yore
i miss those days that begged no toil
bringing lighthearted glimpses into determined night’s oil
i wander with you upon times so true
and smile as you promise me all things new.

(c) 2015 Rick Stassi