The most wonderful thing, by hilary Subscribe to rss feed for hilary

Last night
Before I went to sleep,
I looked out the window,
There I saw a little giant, 
whose hands were made of silver.
Low beneath the bridge,
He touched the wild flowers,
And made them turn to dust.
Just before he looked up at the stars
His hands began to glow,
And he brought the flowers back to life.
Posted: 2013-03-31 20:54:39 UTC

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