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ECHOES AND RIPPLES
Echoes
Come and go,
Furtive,unheard
From my mind
To yours.
Seeds,
I'am spreading,
With wide
Open hands
To you.
Falling
Softly,
In the silent
Of your voice.
As they awake
In exquisite,
Exotic buds,
Springing
Bouquets flowing,
In the echoes and
Ripples,
Of your smile!
Dorian Petersen Potter(ladydp2000)
copyright@2000
