shining at my surface,
a curiosity,
a twithching,
i am thinking of you again,
frog prince,
n wondering what you are like,
n your sunny world,
where the ocean herself
comes crawling towards you
laying pearls at your feet...........
while I am here
climbing mountains,
gifted in wildflowers,
dancing to the drum,
of the earths own heartbeat,
dancing with the brown eyed boys,
n the green eyed boys,
taking in the wonderfully overflowing glasses,
wearing so many masques,
i mascarade threw the days
n make love thru the nights,
n think of you often,
where quietly i write,
this one of many songs for you..............
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