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Autumn's cold is here,
Snow is blowing everywhere Little children all bundle up from head to toe winter hat, scarfs, gloves, and booths. Mama protecting them from the cold. She sits alone waiting for him to come and get her and take her away from the cold to a place that belongs only to them A place where freedom to be who they are is not stagnated by jealous and hateful eyes. A place where lovers can be lovers and love one another to their hearts content. A place filled with sunshine, green grass, and flowery meadows A place where they can wrap themselves in puffy white marshmallow clouds and feel their softness as they are being taken to exotic places of love. As water from the waterfall pours down on them love sweet love as they bathe themselves with each other's love until their souls become one. Holding one another and not wanting to let go. Whispering words of love to each other as their bodies are suffused with each's pure love. Written November 16, 2008 On MSN Poetry.
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