May I dream soon again...
Let fresh foreign lands of neverending frame its still masterpiece.
My sweet subtle hints of invite compell you to escape along my side,
into this unknown mirrored valley of excursion.
Up and around dry streets of cobblestone,
should you grace me with endless colored roses.
Allow me to willingly toss each one gently upon nostalgic prints from our new found memoirs;
to have, to hold reflections of loves' leisure~
great work. almost takes you
great work. almost takes you away to this place..
ps. so glad to see some of your new work :)
well thank you, Saint! Your
well thank you, Saint! Your writings are finally within post poems walls too
Sonya