The sun bursts through a weeping cloud, feel soft warm rain.
Through buttercups and daffodils, he calls my name.
As ripples dance across the pond I hear his call.
He takes my hand and leads me to the waterfall.
We climb high above the rainbow, breathe freshly scented air
Hear gentle whispers in the breeze, he softly strokes my hair
Climbing high we see for miles, we're both enthralled.
At the thunder and the power of the waterfall.
Hand in hand we walk away and both look back.
I know one day we will return, re-trace our tracks.
Memories of magic times, we shall recall.
And wonder at the beauty of the waterfall.
In the morning haze, our arms gently entwined
Magical images remain inside my mind
The perfect escape, I cannot stay awake.
Enjoying the tranquil calm; I must switch off the alarm.
I'm laying close to you, one day our dreams will come true.
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Author:
Andy Hunter (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written from a female perspective this poem was Inspired by a trip to Swallow Falls in North Wales
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Good write Andy.
Thanks for your speedy positive comment, really appreciated
Beautiful words 🙂
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