Where does time fly
By cylina
Where does time fly? Swinging on autumn's dairy air, an oak leaf stuck in her glossy hair, Sally shyly peeks over the years... she sheds a pound of sappy tears. Fireflies gather on the hem of night; bantom stars in memory's spotted light. Dragons dance to their own tune; wings dip into honeysuckled June. "Where does time fly?" She inspires. Flaming orange creams bon-bon fires, shooting sparks like hay fever sneezes; fall carries on with love-life breezes. Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 03:44 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Where does time fly?..."