As The Air
The air passed o’er, and
Clouds streamed by.
Melodies were made from our
Wedding cake.
We made love to the open sky.
And, in pageants morning and night,
Our dreams all came true.
Clouds streamed by.
Melodies were made from our
Wedding cake.
We made love to the open sky.
And, in pageants morning and night,
Our dreams all came true.
Ann Klein
12.20.06
12.20.06
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