Fairy Tale Dreams
Watching the sun go down on fairy tale dreams,
the warm breeze caressing my face and drying my tears,
bringing blessed acceptance and closure to what is,
and what is not to be . . .
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Watching the sun go down on fairy tale dreams,
the warm breeze caressing my face and drying my tears,
bringing blessed acceptance and closure to what is,
and what is not to be . . .
Beautifully written, girl. ((hugs))
~amy sue
Hey Miss Cricket, good to read your first post about summer so far. Might be a short literary but good enough to welcome summer.
Hope you’re doing great with Haley! By the way, I got a new blog domain but I’m having problem with transferring it to wordpress.