As you walk towards me
Your past gently disappears
Behind you
The loveliness of the flowers
Blooming
Are now withering
Slowly into their infinity
Petals drying
Becoming Thoughts and Fading Memories
Along the way
Leaving the blossoms
Savoring scent, Of wild flowers
As they Fade, into the yesterday
Of dreams
Where Our lips first met.
By: D'Artagnan
William Bonillia
01/18/05
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Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2005
D'Artagnan, how I love that pen name! Beautiful write.
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warm hugs
Elga~
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beautiful!!
Peace and love, Carole
Take care,
Sherry
Love Tinka
with a lasting memory...
Love,Eileen
Wonderful write.
Lisa