Lost within the groan of ancient pine
swaying slowly to wind songs
of a Summer meadow.
I feel your eyes upon me.
as my eyes are upon you.
Within grizzled boles of the ancients
intricate designs.
I feel the touch of their souls
penetrate into your hearts.
Here we can rest.
my hand in your hand.
Lovingly
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A contest entry
- Absolutely Anything (No Adult Themes) by DawnKestrel.
550 points, ended June 3, 107 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nice!
good luck in my contest!
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