yugao
is dancing
the shelter
of the summer
moss
battledresses
gazers
sometimes
she is content
with her
thoughts
and other times
freedom
is the jealousy
of the sun
sweetly resting
with pomes
forming
the evening
sky
©2007 woundedlordliterature
The years went by like sweet little days With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais
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