Wispy dandelion yards are the keyboard of your soul....
playing a melody that touches the diverse and varied that habitat in your glory. The clouds over this city are ours..How the sky can mirror so much splendor is beyond the fragments of my wildest dreams. Your mountains are what it looks like when the earth holds hands with the sky.
In winter we flirted icily, In spring we had a rejuvenating fresh kissed breeze of infatuation..but in summer, oh in summer I fell victim to all of your reverence..Denver this is a daring love affair...paralyzingly delightful..
Denver.. Te amo. This much I know is true.
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