The Dock

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Waves whisper to the planks,
Trees sway along with grey.
Mists kiss our face
Where we lay
Paralyzed by joy.
Our fingers dance
To love in each other’s palm.
Clouds float,
Never to halt.
Words; a dream.
This is reality.





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