Golden hearts frolic on lilac hills
rolling with the landscape, as does sunset on Mt. sill
nothing invalid, nothing untrue
prospects of no such thing as anything few.
where blue thunder rolls in lilac hue.
this place, far beyond anything anyone knew
we seek silent frills on lilac hill
where heavens eye shine not few, but all others too.
made of love, no solitude.
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 6:49 PM UTC
Golden hearts frolic on lilac hills
rolling with the landscape, as does sunset on Mt. sill
nothing invalid, nothing untrue
prospects of no such thing as anything few.
where blue thunder rolls in lilac hue.
this place, far beyond anything anyone knew
we seek silent frills on lilac hill
where heavens eye shine not few, but all others too.
made of love, no solitude.
(c) dlo 2011
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