Choice is mine,To leap or stay.
They sing songs without words...knowing that somewhere there is a mate that understands...
- a lowclear call in the night
--a joyful melody at dawn
---or a vesperlyric at sundown
love songs thrown to the sky carried by the winds...
Gwen Frostic
posted by Ahmad Kavousian at
Thursday, September 14, 2006
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