Saltedpeanut Blank Poems
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A Pebbly Path
You took me by the hand
as we walked this pebbly path.
Walking barefooted over soft,
smooth stones and dewy wet grass.
The sun peeking at our faces,
through the twilight haze and tangled branches.
The light wrapping our skin,
we feel warmth in its blanket.
Cool smooth clay under our feet,
caking itself to the bottom of our heels.
How I enjoyed those walks with you,
walks lasting to the last daylight.
You turn to me, admittedly, eyes growing dolefully,
'It's time to go home.' you would say,
'for we can no longer walk today,