...but especially the pink snow mist, because it is such a pretty shade!
If wishes were kisses
And kisses were songs,
I'd sing for you melodies
Vibrant and long.
Through crashing crescendos
And moments of grace...
Composing such music
I see in your face.
Magical, mystical
Harmonies sweet...
Possessing, expressing
Our souls' tender need.
Time would stand still
For our chorus again.
Beautiful notes
In a song without end.
© Sylvia Leigh, 7 years ago