There are places that spawn our fondest memories
where perhaps once we walked with a lover
when we were young and love was as new
as spring birds in a new nest.
I go to a place by a river and relive moments
skipping rocks and listening to laughter.
When I close my eyes I can hear her voice
I can feel her kiss upon my lips.
My lips blossom to a smile and I feel
like a bullet proof lad once again.
I come here often and see the reflection
of my face in the slow moving pools
where the same oak tree leans over the stream.
I look up to the sky and thank God
for the small gifts that last forever.
In a list
A contest entry
- Hidden Inspirational by Kelli Marie.
1750 points, ended June 14, 11 entries
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Comments
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Oh, this is just a lovely write. I like where the inspiration took you. Thank you for sharing in the contest.
Kelli -
I have such a place that you speak of here..smiles
I adore it as much as I do this write..
Thank you for reminding me that im over due for a visit...
Many blessings
Best wishes with this entry...
~A~
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