Tumbling through the summer days petals tangled in her hair, making hay in fields of green or tipsy at the village fayre.* Eyes of ocean blue half closed whilst listening to the stream, twilight crickets serenade as love lives out its dream.
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Daisy chains entwined in hands just strolling through cool glades, every now and then a kiss 'neath oaks with leafy shade. Dipping toes in bubbling brooks, or picnics by the lake; sun kissed faces glow with joy in the dance of summers wake.
Post by apocalypticjay on Feb 21, 2010 18:54:38 GMT -5
Beautiful indeed, you have sometimes this ye olde way of capturing a moment from a picture with all your depth and inspiration in which it thrusts upon you in great clarity to open your poetic mind and let if flow for us in such a beautiful way as this. Just simply divine my friend!!!x x