Jun 17 2007

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At the end of a dream all life suspends from earth and falls gently into another and there you are.

There is the source of the endless fountain of wishes,where heaven creates the gift of children.

I was listening to the ending of a dream for the soft , sweet, music of another. I was without a dream again; until she created me.

I was new in the warm womb of her vision. A child’s wish caught by my own. In a world where all visions are clear.

She entered my mind, my heart and my soul, to reach for the reason I belonged.

She freed me from the depths of myself, with her perfect smile and purest compliment.

Now I see through the eyes of a child, as I join her on the cloud she occupies, in the brilliant, sunlight, sky of Brittany’s dream.


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