Sunday, March 28, 2010

the white days

that move like twinkling snowflakes in the sky
they leave now and travel far up high
listen, here them sing like in a trance
forever free at last
they follow a current like a breeze
imbued with the fragrance designed to please
the heart as it springs open more and more
as they meet the ones they do adore

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