Along the moss covered stone we walk
In harmonious clatter of the hills
As stark chills sweep our way
Our skin is like fog along the roaring river
Gently skimming on our clammy existence
Simply clumps of flesh wandering
Enveloped by these jagged hills we roam
As the salty meat of an oyster
Surrounded and encased by the hardness
Hold me close darling
As we forage this cold world together
Besides the monumentous red wood
Sharing hands with the earth we skip
Like pepples across the water
Yearning for somewhere new to grow
New to learn and love
May we dance in the foliage
Of the forests of our hapiness
And spend eternity like the open meadow
We both sprouted from long ago
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
Along the moss covered stone we walk
In harmonious clatter of the hills
As stark chills sweep our way
Our skin is like fog along the roaring river
Gently skimming on our clammy existence
Simply clumps of flesh wandering
Enveloped by these jagged hills we roam
As the salty meat of an oyster
Surrounded and encased by the hardness
Hold me close darling
As we forage this cold world together
Besides the monumentous red wood
Sharing hands with the earth we skip
Like pepples across the water
Yearning for somewhere new to grow
New to learn and love
May we dance in the foliage
Of the forests of our hapiness
And spend eternity like the open meadow
We both sprouted from long ago
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