There is no road there is no lodge stars above pine straw below
Friday, July 29, 2011
YOUR EYES
Your eyes soft with love
the Innocence of childhood
a glimmer a glimpse
and the Soul's shy smile
timidly ventures out
nurtured by a gentle hand
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