A waning flight... Some enchanted evening with the warmth of day lingering in the air. Joyful sounds of frogs a peeping in the distant stream delight. As the furry beast lay curled around my feet. Biting and treeing, sweetly dreaming as they breathe. A rhythm most content to me. As the light fades from my sight. Hold my gaze waning crescent like a bowl in the night. Fills my heart ever onward, ever higher till my soul takes flight. - Tricia Boyd 4-1-14
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 01:09:34 +0000
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