In between the doors is the corridor
one door opens out into the garden
the other one into the bedroom
the trees and the flowers bring memories
as do the bed and the bed covering
the clothes on the floor tell tales
just like the heart beating the beat of love
standing in the door to the garden
the bedroom comes to mind
the breeze brings memories of caresses
the trees and flowers of incarnate beauty
the lawn of rest and restfulness
kisses come to mind with the sun beams
greedily they trace your features
to walk the corridor is like floating in space
bouncing off planets for beauty and memories
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-07-16 21:29:04
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