Fantasy
By elphur
Where bluebirds feed and lemons grow I will wait ‘til sunset’s glow. As soft leaves curl and blue light fades I will wed the King of Spades. Dressed with winds and rippled robes we’ll glide along the golden globes. And with toppled grace and thoughtful care may we live happily ever after there. Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 10:02 AM PST 0 • 9
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