Tags #love Year Mon, 1996-01-01 12:00 Along the wayBirds whistle a tuneAs if to set a moodBut I know not what to say.The figure slowly thickensIn the distance;My heart beats fast –My gait quickens.From a dry rutHe approachesAnd opens the conversationOne eye shut. Rating Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments