Shelly's Poetry: Near The Reeds

Friday, January 23, 2009

Near The Reeds

Rolling hills and green grass soothe my wayfaring needs and I find myself upon calm waters near the reeds. O, to harvest one and add it to my flute with style, I’d play all the day long to make thee smile. I am entranced by thy amour-propre, by the look in thine eye, this life is so complete with... Sign in to see full entry.

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