We strode thru the tall grass hand in hand, our fears distant and forgotten wounds. The winds of heaven blow and let the mountains kiss the clouds as they hover past.
We walk past trees dashed with pearls of morning dew. The fragrant rosebuds float serenely upon warm bereaved and constant wind.
Her eyes loving and belied with compassion, as they give flight to featherless birds. Their strength walks quietly across the balance beam of faith.
The rain swelled rivers carelessly seaward creep. Resting atop the soiled gardens and cobwebbed thrones, of desires long unsavored.
-Johnny V.
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