Thee illuminating moon seduces the river of glass below with the scent of gardenias dancing in the air and a warm spring breeze that teases and pleases I find myself intoxicated in this fertile beauty I stand barefoot on the high misted meadow surrendering all my senses to the charms of nature Oh!... Sign in to see full entry.
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Poetry is like a beautiful breeze on a hot summer day kissing every inch of your glorious body. C.Lovett. Blessed Be.
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