Summer days have dawned

 

He entered in his beautufil home with a smile I sought reassuring just enough to feel the summer breeze - summer days with broad leaves gracefully leaves curving summer has dawned earliest the window was open to the summer to see some cloudness before the evening just enough to feel the summer breeze the drifts over sill donaminated the shorter grasses landscape country-style the pastures on the hills and watched them yet settling what is for the good in there family life but rather those days yet in those quiet moments from a relative time to time in the country old house among the tree's shades of brown and black face to fall in the mist morning dawned with a few clouds hanging over just to feel sky from above.

Crossing her arms around her feeling the love that makes her smile dancing resembled roses pressing softly into her hand they merely starred at each other to there sweeetness that pours everything into there life young two moments in there time  there glow and there smiles as she glanced at the dark fireplace to the living room warming bright clear wondering how it approached them so fast at there age in life his woman's her man too far into one's life for me sweetly with just a hint I promised to keep you the old fashioned idea two -story  have to foot this one wooden house with two -room wings something in such style she shall have all the rooms in the house and parlor a shadow and light taking one look around her home from the shadow of the light from the leaves swirling to the sunset threw the trees to the hauntingly eerie silence the stillness to hear the sounds of the wind to one's romantic memory.

As they whilst reminiscene once a child was born to hear a little voice waken into the world how do we take it in all night all dawning for me. Again hid her face with only smiles more sweetly simply looking at each other by holding her holding embracing clinging to her heart stepped in a humble moment her baby the first time with just a smile one soft kiss with that first bliss feeling the loved one's in this house. The old house still rests on the wooden garden followed climbing softened roses covered to there house the walls where thick and walk ways slighty over grown to embrace the ascetic life to wander through In that brief moment to be devoted to my heart to there deep grief of losing one's home to the old fashioned way to one's old love.

To but to know that hunter brother's filmed one if there song's there at the witches is an old soul.

She once been a strong voice to this old house looking shaggirer remembering her spending summer nights lifting the door latch to as he entered to the left was almost the turret could be swiveled but yet almost a small turret narrow shallowness of the buttresses detracts from it's impressiveness turret muckle a great place still close of antiquity yet quaint interest the whole hearted folks still a sweet country home nightly out at the meadows surrounding the site of the old house last night, though out of doors there was a dead calm from the faced was lost in the mist life long simple to time in the past the old house was full and rich with love layed with deep sunshine taking a long walk threw the shorter grass to far from the quickly disappeared amid the path way trees the woodland that once was a path to the house it seems farewell to the kind but to the seen people old house dwelled feeling the once promised chill slowly drifting apart once belonging to this family built just almost 100 year's ago into its slow simmer to rummage threw the year's.