Friday, September 07, 2007

Morning thought

A golden crescent lazily reclines in a bed of stars,
and the scent of candy chases the warm wind through the trees,
spicy then sweet,
and my only desire is to lay in the grass
with you
til the stars fade
and the birds begin to sing.

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