Holding each other at the lake, I can feel you breathing My Love,
as the ripples on the water take us back in time,
when warm breezes floated gently
and we were surrounded
by a world of leaves.
Hang on My Love
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In our coldest moments our minds can drift back to the ocean
warmer days, the sun reflecting the light to our faces
and seagulls descending for a piece of bread
the noise of children playing, splashing,
while lovers hold hands walking
along the beach.
They say the ocean is beautiful with snowflakes
falling, but we never think of that
on the warmer days.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies