Sunday, March 1, 2009
When I am free to dream
S ometimes, when I am free to dream, my mind goes down paths rarely explored, I look up towards the stars that were there the night before and now hide in a hauntingly beautiful mist as colorful lights slowly illuminate their sky. I find the early morning so beautiful, cool, refreshing... so full of romance My soul, always so shy stops hiding and takes a chance I see your lips and kiss them sweetly they taste like sugar, soft and inviting and ignoring the storm that looms in the distance...I...
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