A space which reaches far and wide
Where mountains’ lofts
Touch dusty skies
Tall trees upon the soaring slopes
Breathe out an air
Of gentle hope
Where glowing leaves of autum fall
Drifting deep
Up to the porch
A silent evening ‘neath the sky
Where loving lips
Melt ‘fore the fire
There touch your skin beneath the moon
As starlight
Gentle curves illumes
The fire fades yet we remain
Limbs entwined
Become the same.
Ahhh. Lovely. I do like poetry that I can hear, with a rhythm that sings.
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*smiles*
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(I enjoyed writing it, just let myself float away…)
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…in rhythm.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 😊
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