Tiny Mountain Village:A Poem by Aaron J. WaldI almost always write dark stuff... but alas... here is something happy. How come this happened?
The sweet scent of lavender, Oleander… Jasmine. The beckoning of foreign hands In the rough, Onslaught winds. Light dew, Sun rays… soft kisses from the mountain air. It feels almost Like home. The tiny voices. Of children laughing. And I smile and think to myself.. Could this really be a dream?
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2 Reviews Added on June 10, 2008 Last Updated on June 20, 2008 AuthorAaron J. WaldPlymouth, MNAboutDoes anyone else hate what writerscafe has done to it's layout? I mean....now my internet runs twice as slow on this site. I think I might close my account soon because writers cafe is turning into so.. more..Writing
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