Along the way
Birds whistle a tune
As if to set a mood
But I know not what to say.
The figure slowly thickens
In the distance;
My heart beats fast –
My gait quickens.
From a dry rut
He approaches
And opens the conversation
One eye shut.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
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- Category: Love
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