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Garrett Glenn Feb 2010
The ice chimes to me songs of a lost beauty,
echoing her auburn hair and endless smile across the evergreens.
The sun shines her smile through a cool cloud
and whisps a crisp kiss to my longing lips.
I search for her among the looming hardwoods and across the winded plans, hoping to find something of myself lost with her.
Looking to a star filled sky my tears fill the air,
hoping only to hear her laughter once again.
Long lost are the days we walked this path together.
Her simple and natual beauty now come to me only among nature,
only that which can match the greatness of her love.
Garrett Glenn Feb 2010
In lucid dreams is where our passion can run free. Painting epic love poems across ancient cave walls, weaving eternal knots of oak and elm, and dancing through moonlite grasslands with fairies and flowers as our only compainions.
Just a little blip that came together during a stink I had in Montana.

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