Cool summer nights. Windows open. Lamps burning. Fruit in the bowl. And your head on my shoulder. These the happiest moments in the day. Next to the early morning hours, of course. And the time just before lunch. And the afternoon, and early evening hours. But I do love these summer nights. Even more, I think, than those other times. The work finished for the day. And no one who can reach us now. Or ever. Submitted by Michael Schiavo
Added: 2 Mar 2003 | Last Read: 1 Feb 2015 4:10 PM | Viewed: 12494 times
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