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Post by MysticMind17 on Mar 9, 2003 21:39:29 GMT -5
One fallen grace, braced in loves first hold as seasons change, natures green to gold words whispered upon glass petals of life, moments passed, heavenly delight, secret thoughts slipping from my tounge, dreams brought to hearts of the innocent and young, trading glances at loves close distance, breath taken away for only a instant, and springs first buds begin to shine, to bloom to grow, to be only mine, you fill this moment with passionite bliss, and, with that, you steal loves....first kiss.
~Diana Brown
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Post by engarde on Mar 10, 2003 5:25:45 GMT -5
What a wonderful poem, I loved it!
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