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Whispers in the mist, surrendering to the rain,
as the wind gently plays with the leaves
I suddenly remember
a younger thunder
when you and I listened
to those sounds, that story
only told by summer.
So young we were back then,
yet we do
still hold hands.
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Did you know the sacred moves within us?
shifting our vision, moving
our hearts,
as if ancient mountains
restored us, to the people
we really should be.
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Each journey most sacred, takes us beyond our trauma
beyond who we mostly were,
moving us to not let go,
maybe not making us stronger
but taking us further, shaping us
into the person
we were meant to be.
To a place of trusting
once again.
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In the shades of green, in the explosion of color
we can be stunned by the beauty, filled
with the expectation
of a new beginning,
reflecting
on all
that has been made.
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Dreaming of words quietly spoken,
echoes from the two
our hearts made alive
through whispers
in the reflection
of twilight.
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I love your rosy lips, your bright smile as you try on different hats My Love,
looking in the mirror, looking to me for a sense of validation.
And if you wear this one My Love, no one will ever see me kissing
your cheek, under the brim.
Yes, you will always be beautiful
to me, with or without
your hat on.
Note: My wife wears hats all the time (except at home) because she needs to, having had cancer twice now.
Yet you will not find a more positive, beautiful person.
Two things keep us going as a couple and separately…….our faith in God…… and our love for each other.
Peace.
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In March it’s ok to let your hair get blown all over the place,
tossed by the wind
and to relish a light spring rain,
and then smile as the sun begins to appear,
gently caressing your cheek,
and it’s always good to fall in love
in March, walking together
as the tulips begin their journey of color.
Yes in March, it’s ok,
in fact it’s very good indeed.
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