Dancing
The golden harp lilts its soft melody Joined by a sweet violin in its symphony Feet gliding across the skies soft floor Hearts thinking only of forevermore
Month: June 2019
DREAMS
I walk through a world of unrealized dreams , Many that can never come true, it seems, Day starts with tears of a soft morning rain….. Ending in the melancholy of a lonely refrain.
Céad Míle Fáilte 
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