Posted on Jul 18, 2009
70 degrees
An oasis spring
in the midst of Summer
a cool breeze, singing birds
the smell of freshly baked bread
fills my world
Magritte's clouds outside
in the perfect sky
Clair de Lune
plays softly in my mind
A beautiful child
make-believes
in morning sun
Spring has come
two times this year
not one
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