Thursday, July 11, 2013

A miracle ... like a walk...and a song...

And she sang
A song promised like
Return
Kind
Of a walk down the path...
Amidst flowery children
So good
So nice...
She a song became at ease
Swung by the afternoon monsoony breeze...

He perchance passed by
Filling in
Feeling
How a song like She could make one really fly...
A Miracle
Perhaps
Santiago path
A Miracle
So joyous
Like
Another birth...

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