I took her hand
into mine
met eye to eye
explaining...I could not
explain..I did not know, but
that my true heart
could not let go
The drift and dream
were full like flowers
during soft summer rains
I think of Love,
Time and Travel
drifting to a green field
preceding snow capped mountains.
The day is new and
inviting,
time tested and tender
where Everything is ok.
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