Like in a dream
she came from a special place
and time would tell,
would we ever understand.
We walked for a mile,
we came to a special place,
found a bench in the wood,
became our sacred place.
I remember holding my lips
to her cheek on a fresh
autumn afternoon,
we wanted to take a picture
to hold onto this moment forever.
I watched my life,
feel more settled, stable,
I was experiencing love
stronger than any other time,
on that park bench in the fall.
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
 | Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love |
| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
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