Dawn
I see my life through the morning mist of the woods. My heart beats as I move through the dirt. The river flows softly as the fish swim by. The deep feeling of the Dawns warmth feels warm and safe. A deer runs by as I step on to the ground. The mist surrounds me as I walk through the wooded trees. I hear nothing but the wind as it blows through my hair. That is the feeling of the Dawn’s Love.
Bulma1017 · Wed Jun 06, 2007 @ 06:04pm · 0 Comments |