Florida's Foreverly Shores
'I would a flight above the clouds
To see the stars of midnight blue
To toss from me the heavy shrouds
And see the making of the dew'
You are the spry
of beauty's poetic eye
The star of morning too
DEWING so well,
what you DEW DEW DEW~
Love you dear poet~
~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram <))><