Pamela E. Shannon

(Beaverton, Michigan, USA)

The Ring's Of Bound

As I sat on the steps of the night we met
I smelt nights aroma of mist as heavenly and warm
Drops of rain shine of stars of night
We were both past our hour of time
I saw something in him that no others had seen
Even it was as first sight
As the time went on we grew together as wild
flowers so heavenly
We rang bells of chimes of flowers so

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