Perfect Day
perfect days
perfect nights
where the wind
is rusting white
like linen on the line
the clouds are blue
swirling on the air
floating.....swirling
as they have all the
time to find out about
yesterday and tomorrow
it becomes a rhyme
your soul is mine in those
perfect days and these
perfect nights
til forever
i will love you
till forever dies
Copyright © Janetta Harrington | Year Posted 2007
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