He followed her EastTowards the edges of the earth,She was his Eden.
The first robin sings,Early morning signs of spring,Hope after winter.
A fine feathered fern,Dared to brush against her hand,Drawn to her warm skin
I should like to pack my bags and go Where wild things are free to live and grow;– Where beneath the fair cerulean skies Tropical islands blossom and thrive, Where watched by geckos and by […]
“Marry me,” he said.“I can’t. I have no heart,”She said in despair.
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