gloomy day amid the pines.
The Aspens sang along within the wind.
A precious pool of little things
was gathering within the ashen skies.
flared. The clouds reach down.
The height of sky was touching ground.
Two lovers watched within a warm embrace.
A miracle, experiencing such grace.
rosebuds growing from a branch divine.
Like lovers holding hands beyond all time.
Enduring bliss surrounds the memory.
One kiss more real than any fantasy.
the mists keep moving on.
Recreating love once thought undone.
Mirrored in the spiritual - the glowing grace,
an angel's face, and thee...
? Michaelette ?
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