Gentle rain, deflected deftly; their hammock under oak
Memory made, indelible; sweet;
neither of them spoke
Grey sky's pallet, infinite shades;
their gentle touch invoke
a pair of foreheads, gently meet;
new love, within, awoke
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
Gentle rain, deflected deftly; their hammock under oak
Memory made, indelible; sweet;
neither of them spoke
Grey sky's pallet, infinite shades;
their gentle touch invoke
a pair of foreheads, gently meet;
new love, within, awoke
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