January dribbles - 27
Mist of secrets hides the blemished valley. Chemical steam, wreathed soft, melts onto trees of green. Sweet water flows like silk under the gold where sun breaks through. And you?
Mists of secrets hide your eyes from me, while smoky dreams are tossed to flowing streams; love sets us free.
Mists of secrets hide your eyes from me, while smoky dreams are tossed to flowing streams; love sets us free.
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