We walk through the woods.
The wind in our hair.
Childlike.
Almost skipping.
Walking on air.
Kisses of sunshine.
Such delight to be there.
Hands clasped together.
Unity.
Sensing feelings that flow, so electrically charged.
Meeting of eyes.
Greeting of minds.
Cultivating roses of our own making.
Freshly pruned.
Shapely creations.
(C)LIVVI
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
We walk through the woods.
The wind in our hair.
Childlike.
Almost skipping.
Walking on air.
Kisses of sunshine.
Such delight to be there.
Hands clasped together.
Unity.
Sensing feelings that flow, so electrically charged.
Meeting of eyes.
Greeting of minds.
Cultivating roses of our own making.
Freshly pruned.
Shapely creations.
(C)LIVVI
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