Thursday, September 7, 2017

Revered

All it took was the road home
And roses, two in every color
and a salad and the moon, Jane Austen
and stardust
and you

And the seeds we planted years ago, pushed through
And tonight, they bloom.
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  1. UnknownSeptember 10, 2017 at 11:59 PM

    One would assume it might be Charlotte Bronte... but who am I to determine such things?

    May that for which you have pined for so long indeed come to fruition

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