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Nesting birds in fallen trees. Hopes, dreams and what is to be. Mending hearts and breaking ice; Collective souls, we dine tonight. Morning is the brighter of two, But stars can illuminate skies anew. Lullabying souls to rest, Restless spirits gain at best. Silver is golden too; What you are to me, I am to you. Nesting birds in fallen trees; True love can really never leave. |
Lovely words from you and a very soothing read. Great description and a real joy to read. Frank. | Posted on 2009-03-17 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ] | |