The brisk soft wind and early morning dew, darkness of a dawn waiting to make it's move, looking into a deserted street, lamp post shining while taking a breath of cold morning's air. Cuddling music whispering into the breeze.
A heartbeat swirling the sheer bliss of fear and content, the smile of innocence, pondering its absence in light, how much closer is heaven?
Feeling the touch of definite uncertainty, clouds twirling in a stream of essence within. Every movement, every sound, every word; impounded into the soul of a dream imagined as love.
Tomorrow, a witty intelligence invades the loneliness of laughter and tonight becomes - a moment in a million.
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Sugar you are really good, im green with envy.....lol....well cant say much except just to say PERFECT & they say Perfeccione in spanish. You are a genius.....gush..well, im kinda dumfounded so i will jus say keep on keepin on and Im waitin for the next Harry Porter sequel from you....you can do it...i can place my bet on that
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