It’s not a song of angels or from a forest nymph,
heard low in the valley and atop the mountain ridge.
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Soft sung melody of lovers in the sky, dancing
on the clouds from earth to heaven high.
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Hearts rapid as the mountain stream, swift
racing waters cascade like a rush of dreams.
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Souls in a everlasting embrace, twined tight like
ribbon and lace.
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2 comments:
Very nice!
Hi Mark! You are just to kind that you for the compliment. Rachel
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