Come True

Scent of roses breathing through
an endless starlit interlude. Sheer
curtains at the open window
ushering it in.

So unlike the silence of eternity
at peace. For here, life grew
into the dreams of love
come true at last...

? Michaelette ?

5/5/2002
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