Sara Johns Cindy Byington Gordon Aubrey Gum Author: Diana Jiganie, Romania Poem Orange flower our friendship is but an orange flower fragile child of our hearts bound together in time and space, endless chase beyond madness, just a trace of orange scent oh, let me descent in the late hours of the night and there, out of sight standing still in the white morning chill sweeter than a kiss tears turning to bliss i will hold you, protect you heal you and fill you orange flower of gratitude seven years of solitude an eternity of multiple choices lost and found forever bound so close, yet so far will it survive, the orange flower from the first to the very last hour?
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 19:58:42 +0000
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