I Smile
Pastel creatures, each bringing a fountain of delight from their abode. The frail pageant lines up at the door, whispering a password to the wind. A gentle knocking sounds now, a delicate hand robed in silk strains at the handle, in an effort to free the spirit.
From within a distant well the sweet echo of love sounds a call of triumph. The wolf and the deer unite in mixed harmony.
Each age has its' serenity, but to this moment lives a special thought, how to express the wonder of enrapture to a dissaproving soul forever clothed in beauty.
To this I smile, to a memory, and wave at a fleeting glimpse of color.
From within a distant well the sweet echo of love sounds a call of triumph. The wolf and the deer unite in mixed harmony.
Each age has its' serenity, but to this moment lives a special thought, how to express the wonder of enrapture to a dissaproving soul forever clothed in beauty.
To this I smile, to a memory, and wave at a fleeting glimpse of color.
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