Sitting below the maple tree
Listen to the melody of spring
Reading a chapter of love sonnets
Carried away on a gentle breeze
Lost in my own world
Captured by the beauty of the day
My heart takes flight as I dream
I glide with each verse
And soar with each word of love
Wishing never to land
To stay amongst the clouds of love
And sleep upon a shining star...sprinkled lightly with romance
A serene, & artful work, Patricia...Claassic Gale-ic... FJR
Atmospheric... you transport us to that serene place, to share the dream.. t x
Very nice. Every verse was descriptive and well written. Just in time for spring. -Michael
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Delightful Patricia, that's what Spring does to some people. The lucky ones. Danny