Night comes to the meadow.
Two lovers entwined in the shadows.
A soft rain begins.
Bringing tingles to the skin.
The air is fresh.
Lovers fest.
A night bird sings.
Bells in the heart ring.
A lover's fling.
Sweet love is the cream.
Night comes to the meadow.
Two lovers entwined in the shadows.
A soft rain begins.
Bringing tingles to the skin.
The air is fresh.
Lovers fest.
A night bird sings.
Bells in the heart ring.
A lover's fling.
Sweet love is the cream.
I want to be one of them!
nice little image
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
The beauty of this for me is in the quiet reticence with which it notes its features and then moves on. Someone should be honoured to receive this.
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