Monday, 10 January 2011

Beautiful, just beautiful

When the pale moon grows bright
And the silhouetted trees
Move on the horizon
In a cool night's breeze,
And a hand in your hand
Holds you warmly,
And lips on your lips
Speak without words,
You realise that
No longer are you standing alone
But floating together on clouds
With your mind in the sky,
Dancing to Venus' tune.

October 1969 Fond memories of Abbots Road, Abbots Langley.

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