"Do you hear the river's song?"
"I hear it sing, clear and strong."
"It carries tales both old and true."
"Flowing onward, 'twixt me and you."
"Can you see the moon's soft glow?"
"It lights the path where we go slow."
"Under her gaze, we find our peace."
"In the night, our spirits release."
"Feel the air, so crisp and clean?"
"It's the purest I've ever seen."
"Each breath we take, a shared delight."
"Connecting us in this quiet night."
"The trees above, they sway and dance."
"They do, as if in a trance."
"In their rhythm, time stands still."
"Together here, we've climbed this hill."
"This journey's end is but a start."
"Together, yet apart."
"In nature's embrace, we stand."
"Two souls, one heart, hand in hand."
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John Ledford
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Comments (2)
Very well written.
Nice poem, John