Fly back there and feel the wind,
we were part of that breeze
one summer afternoon,
when our lives wound together.
I go back there in my mind,
remember our posture
from a glance
making onlookers envious.
The water rushing below
just a small creek then
the gurgling sounds romantic
as much as the air around us.
I remember that bridge,
holding you in my arms
your eyes searching, finding my own,
together feeling so strange.
It was love in the moment then,
as odd as it was, as real as it is.
 | 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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