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Unruly hair Unblemished skin Untouched by the world Bathed in innocence The morning dew is her companion, The flowers are her confidants... She uses the sky as her canvass To carve shapes with a sprig of grass... Brilliant eyes Beautiful lips Blossoming youth Learning, feeling, sensing. The rising moon is her guide, The setting sun is her secret-keeper... As she reaches for his hand, In a starlight symphony as fireflies strike a band... Withered limbs Weathered face Wounded heart Awaiting autumn... The darkest night brings hope, But every dawn brings fear of another lonely dusk... As she stares at the garden, her youth's spirit- And makes wishes of eyelashes longing for another visit.
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Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 3:00 AM UTC
Garden of Hope
Unruly hair Unblemished skin Untouched by the world Bathed in innocence The morning dew is her companion, The flowers are her confidants... She uses the sky as her canvass To carve shapes with a sprig of grass... Brilliant eyes Beautiful lips Blossoming youth Learning, feeling, sensing. The rising moon is her guide, The setting sun is her secret-keeper... As she reaches for his hand, In a starlight symphony as fireflies strike a band... Withered limbs Weathered face Wounded heart Awaiting autumn... The darkest night brings hope, But every dawn brings fear of another lonely dusk... As she stares at the garden, her youth's spirit- And makes wishes of eyelashes longing for another visit.
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joanne-d
Indian
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 3:00 AM UTC
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