Summerlove

The gently summer breeze
Caresses my chin
The way I hope
Yuor hands will

The sun
shines in my eyes
The way I hope
U will look into them

The grss straw
tickles my head
The way I hope
Your hair will

Summerlove
Hand in hand
Through
The fields
Of hope



Poetry by Dalmore
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Written on 2007-07-16 at 12:58

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