Her. A vision of loveliness I must concur, an odor of the finest myrrh.

I can feel her presence in the air, I call to her I only hear whispers, her

face is but a blur.


One of life's beautiful themes, walking, holding hands by living streams

under multi-colored sun beams. Like hand and glove a love that can only

come from above, making the perfect team. I awake from a dream.


Her. A vision of loveliness... Where?

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  • Published: January 23rd, 2020 09:06
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