Olive Trees (Editor's Choice)
Vincent Van Gogh
By Heather Garson
The wind is trembling,
Flowing through trees,
Then silence comes,
Not a word is spoken,
Not a soul is told of this place,
This place deep in peace,
Shallow in dreams,
'Cause dreams are just thoughts unspoken,
Remaining a mystery 'till tomorrow.
Copyright © 1996 Heather Garson
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