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whispers on the wind
of days gone by and smiles to come
and this morning
all golden and dancing promises
with the tiniest of smiles
crossing autumn lips
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of days gone by and smiles to come
and this morning
all golden and dancing promises
with the tiniest of smiles
crossing autumn lips
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Comments
beautiful xx
Posted by: sarah | September 16th, 2015 15:54
I love this, Kelly. Beautiful!
Posted by: Ayala | September 17th, 2015 07:06