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Wednesday, September 12, 2012


Days of dreams gone by
Running hand in hand
Flying between the trees
And betwixt the winds.

My fair sister at my side
With the forest our castle
We laughed and loved life
Til mountains became sands.

Through time we passed
Lived many a passage
Each time it’s own
Afar but so close.

Not a word spoken
Understood by mortal ear
Love is our language
Heart to heart endures.

©June 12, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

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