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Spring

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Written by Jess

Monday, 10 March 2008

Share it: Water nymphs so young and sweet, Fleeting past the silver reeds. Children catching fireflies; Fragile boats, they drift. Holding close, the lovers clasp Eternity, where all must last. Heaven up high in bliss; Arrows on hearts, they hit. Copyright 2008 Jess Keyword: Spring Report this story | Add to Favorites | Send to Friends | Author's Profile No Comments posted Comments Post a comment Post a comment

 

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