I Dream of a Place...

August 10, 2010
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I dream of a place of lakes as smooth as glass,
Immersed in the deep aroma of Georgia pine.
A place that frames the most breathe taking sunsets,
Behind a mountain’s nostalgic snow line.

I dream of a place where morning birds softly sing,
After the fragrant blossoms of a lively spring.
Sweet honeysuckles covered by morning dew,
Under the purest summer skies of vivid blues.

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