Poem The sun is high, the lovers lie Earthbound upon the low cut green White clouds drift across the sky I wonder if lovers feel between when wondering as eye to eye what they really see will mean. I watch the future drifting by. I drop rose petals, cold as snow White veils passing, slowly drifting... Sign in to see full entry.
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