cathy-bourneWhisper

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As Each Leaf FallsThe wind, sweet breath, moves through the stand of trees. / A sighing music dances on the breeze, / and glances over leaf, drifts soft caress.

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Dec 23, 2010

Love is not...Love is not gilded cage / holding fleeting angel / ever earthly bound.

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Dec 29, 2010

RelicsHere lie the sweet, arrested buds / scorched by a sudden frost. / Withered now those unborn blooms,

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Dec 23, 2010

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