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2015/01/17

POETRY PATH : The Song of a Dream




Now, my friends, please hear:
It is the song of a dream:
each spring the gold young corn
gives us life:
the ripened corn gives us refreshment;
to know that the hearts of our friends
are true is to put around us
 a necklace of precious stones.

Flowers graphics
-Aztec Indians
Pinegreenwooods Poetry Path