I empty my mind of figures I empty my mind of figures And fill it with prayers I walk the avenue Guarded by beech and chestnut Over golden leaves That would outdo Solomon Share this:poemsPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By Timmy Conway By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician But by nature a Poet View all of Timmy Conway's posts.
