June 17, 2014
The river of love flows through time
gripping each tender memory
as if to everlastingly bloom inside
fulfilling reasons and portraying
dreams that slumber with the sun
casting away all fears, shouting
to the heavens above how wonderful
this blessed life is, sends all
the feathered things to fly
and mends my heart with the
colorful bow presented in the sky.
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