Monday, November 2, 2009


Misty morning fog,
Wailing weeping willows,
Leaning against a sky of royal blue,
The lily pads dance before me.

Golden glourious sun,
Beams from up above,
The valley lies below,
I fly like a dove,
Time and space are finally one.

The first kiss,
Like vines wrapping around our hearts,
After everything else ends,
Love is all that will remain.

Nature's quite a lady,
But I need your love,
Nature's quite a lady,
But you're my Wonderlust.

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