Sing me of the Azure water, drinking from the crashing waterfalls and of the dew-kissed greenery, sheltering the fragile rose petals. Where the sky is always blue, brush-stroked with wispy clouds and never frowns. There, the sun never glares at you, and the moon beam washes over everything with a shower of silvery glimmer.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
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