Monday, July 4, 2011
For a hundred years I breathe and live, the flower of beauty and the bread of kindness. I am your friendly shade in the noonday heat of summer, I take all the rain with my arms and whisper in the lonely night and during the bustle and hustle filled day, and I stand pencilled against the winter twilight,silhouette for dreams.
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