Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Brazil Comments

Rating: 5.0

Your shores extend into the dawn, and for a brief moment we are one.
In silence, my thoughts are fleeting like Diana's arrow piercing the evening sky
as stars burst, drifting upon the cracked tiles of seafoam green buildings.
And, from rooftop to green hills the heart calls out like the trill of a distant flute.
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Greg Dennison
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Greg Dennison

Greg Dennison

Whitier, Ca.
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