If wishes were rainbows
Love plucked and enjoyed
As succulent grapes off the vine
And clear white sand is Nirvana

Then your pot of good will
Measured by years
Where nothing is taken for granted
Will be your multi colored hue treasure

Love enjoyed as the sweet grape
Fresh for the picking
Savored as the making
Of an aged merlot

White sand amid September sun
Shines as joy settles to contentment
Toes embedded in the crystals
As hearts attached to each other

Will togtherness
Such that Goodwill is a treasure trove
Where the grape is always sweet and rich
And Nirvana never ends

09/15/2008

Author's Note: I am not sure how good this is Ali, but this is the first thoughts that came to mind. Godbless and much happiness

Posted on 09/15/2008
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