David Weir

(Bathgate, UK)

Intro. Cx

How can I, describe with word's;
The joy that fill's my very soul,
through my eye's the air or oxygen,
that fill's my lung's. The word's I
speak through my mouth, with
perfect sound.
Or! Hear the rustling of the leave's
Aye, even hear a petal fall, or feel the stillness
of a moonlight night, heavy with the scent of

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