Monday, March 06, 2006

Nostalgia

On nights like these,
Sweet scent of jasmine in the air,
And moonbeams dancing on the silvery palms,
With crickets chirping through the night,
I think of you, my love,
And wonder if you sometimes think of me...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz

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