Dovina

Member since 2002 · Posted 30 Sep 2009 · 2 comments

Her words soared and fell down deep inside the blue surface, Then her dreams made it move, Along waves of lights and breeze To embrace The infinity of her beauty That made me a dream of meadows and cornfields in the canvas of her words I will wait under the shade of those words, Till I hear her enchanted voice Till I see her sun rise again Till I talk to her moon to bring her dreams back to my shore

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[10] Dovina 3-Oct-09/5:06 PM Reply

Swoon!

[3] SupremeDreamer 15-Oct-09/3:00 AM Reply

Brown-nosing for votes? How sad.