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quaking aspen sings
bites this winters cold
crisp pure no stains shown
horizon soon looms low
tinted window shows
falling angel’s pure glow
halo’s fluting slow
majestic casmic hues
steps no sounds clues
crisp echos natures call
depth of wonder of it all
treasures beyond any life
seen before me dreams sight
staring at such purity
dreams dreams allow me to see
never enough soul must breathe
as the quaking aspen sing
*i dreamed that last night* .. on 3-9-13 happy day verse ..
i was going to Utah .. I NEEDED TO GO .. the snow mountains .. BUT NOW I CAN NOT GO .. can’t ..
thank you Andre 🙂 lol
Very nice made also the animation from the pictures looks great 😉