If it were a song a tear might fall
her cheek one a sweet touch
to gather moisture that her skin
would feel such is a grace
of affection when left inside the quiet
beauty of two soul who would
step in front of each other’s
metaphorical moving train
vehicle of pursuit inside a lonely
wilderness of beauty and grace,
in the stillness of nature
we do engage in the wonder,
a wandering mind
might wish only for spectacular sunrise
crisp golden sunsets
with the red array of the wares
an old proverb might say
sailors beware
for the dawn will bring a same
a similar
a reminder of what
love might always be
when one step away.
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