At the Pond

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It amazes me how we can just sit on the bench

and speak without saying anything. Holding you

seems to have a language all its own,

listening to your breathing

watching the ducks, a couple

two, a part of the moment

as we blend into each other

breathing the universe.

Love lives here.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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