The grass rolled gently with each inhale
Her eyes laid of earth hues and sky-lit horizons
Hands pressed with assurance and soft mounds

of pleasures
unknown
Some innocent and grown

Followed by the warm of her footprints
Resting against the resilience of the bark of trees
The touch of another discovered by the

endless sea
of leaves and flowers
and she whispered away her soul

Rested beside the roots of the last seen place
I've calmly assured myself her return to me
If only my woes and fears would also

Kindly
whisper
away.

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