Upon Your Cheek
31 August, 2009
Author: Miztrebor
Clouds of fluffy white
Floating on winds of high
Beautiful creatures of the air
The Winds of high
Drop low down
Down through the leaves
Breezes become of the winds of high
Breezes make the trees wave
Their leaves saying
Good morning, clouds
Good morning, beautiful
The breezes brush upon your cheek
Stirring you awake from a dream
Good morning, Love
How was your slumber
Amongst the stars?
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| Your Lady (74.70.192.106) -- Tuesday, September 1 2009, 03:36 am You know what this reminds me of... both instances. I loved them both. And I'd love to wake up like that every morning. I'm lucky as, and though I'm not as thoughtful as you, I'll take my own simple meaning out of it and be happy. |
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