looks like a dryad
the woodlands glow green for her
the flowers submit
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looks like a dryad
the woodlands glow green for her
the flowers submit
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looks like a dryad
with an air of debonnair
sawing at my nerves
edit: gues I was a little late.
thats no problem, learnt :)
the flowers submit
and a fragrance fills my lungs
extravagantly
sawing at my nerves
is a fear, cutting through them
extravagantly
the flowers submitQuote:
Originally Posted by symphony
to the will of the gardener
be it spring or fall
Be it spring or fall,
the leaves are spectacular,
nature is gorgeous
be it spring or fall
my hands are always in dirt
the richness of life
nature is gorgeous
the richness of life it has
refreshes the heart
the richness of life
lies not in pelf or power
but in love and peace
refreshes the heart
is every day you have loved
Love, child, please love
Love, child, pl-ease love
love is not a game of kids
come and learn from me
love child please love
hold my heart within your hands
drop it, then catch it
drop it, then catch it
baby, learn to play the game
spin. swing and bounce it
spin, swing, and bounce it;
learn to read the flying tread
of toys lost to dark.
of toys lost to dark
remind me of golden moon's
scattered brilliant rays
scattered brilliant rays--
from a puff, then a shaft, formed
stellar nurseries
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