Whomever
In the midst of sparklin' tune...
Where speaks that colorful loon...
When those smells are summer hot...
In an old so dreamy spot.
Here, where angels bright were sent...
In such most desirable place...
Memories new and bold...
Captured, in time and space.
Such become of childhood dreams...
As do echo us it seems...
Fed by fragile mobility...
Our demons just nobility.
Of souls unafraid to roam...
Thus eternity become our home...
Bliss thus ours forever...
Our wish so to... whomever.
SeaWolf
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Copyright © Caribbean Seawolf | Year Posted 2011
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