»SummerLove
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
The sweet, rustic smell of the rain,
Fills my nose, my head, and my brain.
The springtime showers soak my dress,
and toes tingle with a grassy caress.
The beauty of this day is lost to me,
As the deaf man hears not the melody.
For all Nature's wonders seem so dim,
When I am here, standing next to him.
Fills my nose, my head, and my brain.
The springtime showers soak my dress,
and toes tingle with a grassy caress.
The beauty of this day is lost to me,
As the deaf man hears not the melody.
For all Nature's wonders seem so dim,
When I am here, standing next to him.
words spilled @ 10:00 PM /
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