Monday, July 2, 2012

Strawberries


there is a vision in front of me
I have not been told its name
It reminds me of a dream I’ve yet to have
And a place I’ve yet to see
Its quiet serenity calls to me

Like fresh strawberries dipped in cold whipped cream
Like the longing for fresh strawberries dipped in cold whipped cream

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