Thursday, February 17, 2011

Words

Songs of lips slip into her slumber
about fantasy creatures
and all the magical realm.

They dance in dreams
where she twirls to join
in the simple of bliss
of pure make believe.

When it summons a smile
on a waking face
then the love spoken
while she listened
was what truly colored
her creations.

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