The destinations are as crossword puzzles
I was with you
Among The Meadows With peaches
Where were sprinkled the daisies!
Feel the aromatic sensations
Of the immense eucalyptus
We refresh the soul with each the morning,
Everything was perfect!
We were in our universe!
The Blue Sky painted over our sorrows!
And I was in your eyes!
As long as the wind was kissing our faces!
A door had been opened.
In the sanctuary of an oak!
Together we decided to go in
Inside her was the warmth of a heart
And pleasing was our excitement
To see under the wing of a bird
The great secret of life is trying to stay together
Just listening to the chirping
We thought, there was bitterness
Wrinkled face
Frown,
And the smiles perfume the dreams!
The destinations are crossword puzzles,
And appearances can sometimes be deceptive!
Poet. Alice of the boat. January 16/2016
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HICKOK
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