Saturday, December 22, 2007
Shoreline of Dream
When sweet sleep takes you to the garden gate, of open promises, where time is laced in pink blossoms, yellow kisses of sun and moon, mint greens, blue bells of echoing beauty, here, you will find me among serenity's stone path, in gossamer gown and gentle smile, a flower to my face, as I take in...
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