TransparentA Poem by ChuckYour Soul Shines Through MeYou are getting used to this.
yellow welcoming another day for us the radiant sun reflecting off the snow shimmering through the thin fabric And mirroring the luminescence within your genuinely content eyes as they open to an unveiled morning intensifying the smile on your face bringing a sincere joy never felt before knowing that we have endless mornings to experience
I am getting use to this too. © 2009 ChuckFeatured Review
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