June 12, 2008
A walk in the sunshine,
A gift for the wanting.
The love never ending,
Two hands as one.
Such colors, the brightness,
The eyes, pleased and home.
The trace of a lilac,
Lingers on some.
Forever a longing,
No moment, the end.
Darkness, the quick one,
Follows instead.
Fingers are separated,
And hang in the air,
Hope for tomorrow,
A love to be shared.

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