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There is nothing like a Spring evening

a balcony,

soft breeze on my skin, jazz in my ear

and a glass of wine

The Fountain's Song

The fountain's song

reminds me of the music in your laughter

we collect memories like stamps

and our dreams move leisurely with an unseen breeze

Untitled, or, an almost-haiku

I am a dandelion

blown in a lazy dance

by a breeze which kisses my face

Outdoors, take Two

the smell of cut grass

a gentle breeze dancing through the trees

the flowers bowing their hello

big fluffy clouds

and our laughter is music

laying on this green green earth

sunshine kisses

I close my eyes and breathe in the Carolina blue sky

free