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The wind whispered through the meadows.
Flowers of red and orange surrounded her body.
The clouds, like cotton, floated above us.
Oh what a beautiful day to be with her.

Birds sang softly, and the wind whispered in the woods.
On a summer's day.

The sun rises and as
the dew evaporates
birds scavenge for food.

Love comes as a song.
Sweet and pleasing to the ear.
Always different.
j4ck4l j4ck4l
51-55, M
Aug 11, 2010