Sunset near Miers, France
Walking along the dusty road, holding hands
Gentle breeze playing wispy singsong notes in the trees
doves cooing, grass swaying, and yet
The stillness, the very quiet is the sweetness,
the essence of the moment
Sunlight laying low, caressing the hills
Sending radiance across the dancing, swaying grass,
Swaying to a waltz
Can I ever love you more? Will I ever again feel as free?
Will this moment stay with me?
Only in my memories.
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