24 Friday Aug 2007
It takes a special something to stir our hearts
It can be the sound of a train passing far away
The smell of smoked wood that burned down the night before
The rainbow on the horizon after a desert rain
On moments such as these my heart cries
And it longs for that one moment in time that sealed the memory.
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The texture of the sheet is very good.Your musing is really touching. makes one nostalgic.