An Evening Walk with You My Love

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My Love, as we follow the trail around the lake, take my hand

so we can step over the rocks, finding our way

to the covered bridge, sneaking a kiss

when no one is looking.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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Filling Our Pages with Strength

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Every poet remembers their first heartbreak, but mostly they follow the healing,

sometimes along crooked paths made straight, and until the journeys

find their way to our pens, filling our pages

with strength.

         

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies