Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: This Morning

Monday, November 24, 2008

This Morning

This morning vibrates to your name A hymn of beauty, joy and light, No two instants are quite the same, Each individual, wonderful and bright. This morning dances to your sigh: Birds wheel as trees sashay and sway, Branches raised to the sapphired sky Their joy dispels November's solemn grey. This... Sign in to see full entry.

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