Quickly overhead and fast out of sight, the geese on their voyage passing on a timely flight. Red robins nesting in the children's pine, several years and seven foot high. Spring time invasion all over the hills, flowers blooming in the green, green field. Nature’s creation is a masterpiece, a display of love in a motion of peace. Sunshine bright and a song in the breeze, whispering the tune to your memory. Eyes closed tight and a vision appears and the smell of your cologne and your presence near. Reaching out from deep inside, I found the courage to my heart be true .Happier then a bird set free, I’m soaring the hills in a cloud like dream with you.
Softy sings>
I feel the magic of mountains in spring , wonderful and beautiful, they place you in my dream. I’m in your arms and fused to your embrace, blushing shades of red can be seen on my face. I lay my head tenderly upon your shoulders broad and strong ,with overtones of gentleness , I know where I belong. Melting like butter softened by the sun, I’m dripping with passion of the thought of having fun. My soul in celebration makes no hesitation to accept the dance of life partnered with you. Uncontrollable the quiver of my lips, as they crave to taste the sweetness of your kiss. Bodies exploring , souls effortlessly soaring to the concert of love played here in my heart and written with the words from God above.
Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
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