Above the wispy suns, I soar and seize.
Imbibe my soul with melodies.
In hearts replete,
We merge into the hues of twilight's vast expanse.
I murmur, playful as the breeze.
As the wayward cuckoo sows its mischief,
In the hollows, fledglings sing.
Elders reminisce, time-transfixed,
On chairs sun-bleached in threadbare tweed,
While youths exult in the purest tone,
Their laughter across the meadows was free.
Infinity in my clasp, refined,
My luminescence, though distant,
I am ever-present, woven into this private theatre.
Forever yours.
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Author:
Neil Higgins (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Most poetic this declaration of love and accompanying natural beauty. Well written
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