Feb 25, 2013
The moon was beaming with happiness today.
Looking at me, he smiled.
The smallest countenance on my face would have appeared clear to him.
A blush on her face would have a similar effect on me.
I ran for a shelter, the breeze followed.
Could I ever go off her fragrance, it asked.
Wagging trees bespoke, her whisper would have echoed.
Her long tresses came alive with unending dark roads. - VV
The moon was beaming with happiness today.
Looking at me, he smiled.
The smallest countenance on my face would have appeared clear to him.
A blush on her face would have a similar effect on me.
I ran for a shelter, the breeze followed.
Could I ever go off her fragrance, it asked.
Wagging trees bespoke, her whisper would have echoed.
Her long tresses came alive with unending dark roads. - VV
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