Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: She

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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

She

She was a spring bloom In the summer's heat, A memory of softer suns And playful breezes That dazzled in the gloom Of the winter's defeat. She was joy begun Where sunshine teases: Delicate yet hail How could I fail to love? Sign in to see full entry.

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