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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Take me home
. . .