Jul 10, 2005 18:46
a childs mind is full of mystery and magic. the imppossible are possible. time is meaningless, the summers are endless...and love is foever, all in a childs mind.
ebony pavement,
with blueberry rain.
soft water streams,
and chocolate puddle spray.
the yellow boots fall,
into the quite of the night,
in the calming storm,
a childs delite.
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