to live a lifetime forever
on a mountain under eternal noon sun
with sweet wine touching lips that touch mine
where the omnipresent fragrance of soft flowers
and gentle green
caress thoughts
and cradle in your mind mellow notions
the only sound being
two hearts playing
the softest lullaby in creation
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
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