Saturday, December 27, 2014

Joy Comments

Rating: 4.0

Conjuring up those past days of childhood makes me wild
Just to feel and to run again in wide meadow a barefoot child
I would talk to the whitening leaves of lofty trees
And listen on hot summer day to the humming of the wild honey bees
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