3 September, 2010 at 09:51 (Uncategorized)

The wind roars across a bright summers day
and a deer runs out of the woods.
There’s a green field where the grasses conceal
a half-drunk bottle of wine.

Summers come and summers go
the grass grows long and the grass is mowed
still it hides that bottle
the wind may roar never so loud and we never found it.

The day was long and the wind was loud
and the sun was bright and clear
Remember the wind and remember the wine
and remember the suddenly running deer.



  1. morgana_fiolett said,

    I really like the atmosphere this conveys 🙂

    • lucrecia said,

      I’m still pissed off that I couldn’t find the bottle.

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