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Lying upon wet grass Gazing to the clouds A woman of contour I see Dancing unnoticed Silent music Poetry in motion Amaze to her beauty May I have the next selection I say? Refusal is unquestionable Attendance not required Our desires are mixed A cloud I cannot reach |
Like love, clouds can also be fleeting. Well written, the description was very good. Frank. | Posted on 2009-04-22 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ] | |