No swing against the sway.
Just a blow in the wind.
Her face looks out at the sunrise.
Her eyes more precisely.
Whether over a freeway or with some ice cream.
But she smiles. She remembers that she has no children.
The deep secret Michelangelo hid like a sun with a center plant.
A courageous Madonna needs no child in front to be like a sunset. Beautiful and able to view and stand still with the moonlight on the road.
Gravel sounded as im happy to hear from friends.
A van that i remember and never needed to borrow.
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