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Sep 2013
Near the water's edge
An empty basket
Colored corners folded by the breeze

Four bare feet
No space in between
Two hands braided together
Hearts beating in sync

Their gaze locked
Purest air rushes with its chill
Dancing it scoops the blanket covering these lovers
Eyes smiling
Noses kiss
Lips meets for the tenderest moment

Autumn's sun sinking into the water
Lights her hair on fire
Warms his soul
As she lays her head
Upon his chest
Heaven
JWL
Written by
JWL  Dublin
(Dublin)   
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