“There is a candle lit in the soul of this polite perennial. The light decorates sunshine petals as a warm, happy tear graces her soft cheek… take pleasure…no one can mimic her beauty on this particular day.”
Lemon drops; their sweet sour juices filling my mouth. The first peek of an early-morning summer’s sun; its splendid warmth penetrating closed eyes and upturned chin. Such sweet memories… I taste them, I feel them, and now, held in the cupped petals of a bright, shining, floral beauty, I see them.
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1 Louise Gillmore // Jun 29, 2007 at 10:39 am
Lemon drops; their sweet sour juices filling my mouth. The first peek of an early-morning summer’s sun; its splendid warmth penetrating closed eyes and upturned chin. Such sweet memories… I taste them, I feel them, and now, held in the cupped petals of a bright, shining, floral beauty, I see them.
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