Thursday, January 13, 2011


Her eyes could tempt the sun through the clouds,
She could entice the morningstar with her smile,
And be so gentle a spirit to dance with the mist,
No one could eclipse her shaddows on the snow.

Fragrant memories linger where she walks,
And high mountains bow at her every word,
Evening questions others to know where she went,
but nightime can't rest without her.

Small animals scurry to sniff her scent,
And birds carry her thoughts in the sky,
Emerald lover so complete,
Endless tomorrows ...with She...

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