If you could ask a tree a question, what might it...
O the great stories it might tell...
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While I stroll here on fairy sands
With my words as my hands...
Wings of gossamer
caress blushing rose petals...
Virginic beauty
of a captivating thick pool of coolness...
I whispered a vow to the sky
of breezes sprinkled in Jasmine...
It was an early spring,
under moonlit stars...
I become passionate
within a paper storm...
Barrow
Blistering winds force it self upon...
We have consumed,
mulled over trivial thoughts...
My elbows rest on the railing as your body coats...
Palm trees become silhouettes as the sun sets the...
I come into the woods
not merely to escape...