Shelly's Poetry: WHEN I FAIL

Sunday, June 28, 2009

WHEN I FAIL

Running through a field of daises warm breezes blow through my golden locks. My heart palpating, fluttering like butterfly wings. The joys of creation comes to life in Spring. Tempus fugit! Time flies! Tempus fugit! Time flies! All of this is for naught when I fail to mention what our Creator... Sign in to see full entry.

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