I saw it through the trees,
cresting above the hills,
the sun light of morning
with the love I feel.
I captured the moment
images of you and I
that I will hold in my
heart till the day I die.
The trees are now budded and
flowers are breaking ground
and I know that another season
has passed another has come around.
Time documents the chapters
of a story written in the wind,
left upon the clouds from
whence we first began.
1 comment:
Beautiful, Rachel.
Love it :)
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