So many words hanging in the 
air like tinsel in the sky
glistening as does

the fresh first snow
of December
always these thoughts
to remember how
we danced by the lake

at dawn
the sleeping birds

that flew at midnight
now chasing each other
in my tummy
as if in memory
of the twinkle lights
that winked as the
apple breeze waltzed 

gentle and content
through the poplars

through our heart
though our


by scampii091
7th March 2011 

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