May 2015
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The forest is lush
in its offer of silence
Solitude dwelling
this path that we stroll
Crepe Myrtle borders
of pink satin petals
Trickling quiet
amidst evening’s lull
Lightening bugs linger,
a soft glow emitting
Shining the way
beneath branches above
All we can hear is
the sound of our heartbeats
Tranquil the rhythm,
*whispering love
The forest is lush
in its offer of silence
Solitude dwelling
this path that we stroll
Crepe Myrtle borders
of pink satin petals
Trickling quiet
amidst evening’s lull
Lightening bugs linger,
a soft glow emitting
Shining the way
beneath branches above
All we can hear is
the sound of our heartbeats
Tranquil the rhythm,
*whispering love
Good night Beautiful
