One of my favorite poems:  


Her voice was like rose-fragrance waltzing in the wind.
She seemed a shadow stained with shadow colors
Swinging through waves of sunlight.
Perhaps her heart was an old minstrel
Sleepily pawing at his little mandolin.

-Maxwell Bodenheim
  • Davie, Fl
  • Se ha unidoDecember 31, 2014

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gbodenheim gbodenheim Jan 24, 2016 01:14AM
Chapter 5 of MA is up! I am currently working on chapter six. It should be posted within a week or two. Thanks for your patience! xx
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