Giggling
Grand-daughters-
sounds as whispers in the trees,
look of innocence,green as leaves;
feel with softness of a warm breeze,kiss-
makes me pray..they stay like this !
Inspired by Karen' blog suggestion
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009
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