We were walking through the park,
'She' lovelingly touched my hand,
thats when all the warm feelings,
suddenly began.
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being thirsty I often see the glass half full...and read your poem as two walking together beyond the end. refreshing piece, Dave. -Tailor
followed happy feet both in one direction? ...or opposite? ...anyway happy you found your way back to poemhunter...lol...love...nalini
Of where it is put forth that happiness and the warmth of blissful infatuation occupies our minds so much that we do not realise where we are treading, what direction we are going - we just flow and maybe, like this, one day we will reconnect unto a path to follow. Yet it is wonderful to just bask through the grass and enjoy having nowhere to go - just to go wherever. A wonderful read, indeed. - K.
I am enjoying this new style of yours, Dave. This has a definite story to it and the ending leaves the reader unsure of what will happen next. You could write a sequel.......... Love, Fran xx