along rustic roads
with
wildflowers
blooming
from cracks
between
a stone wall,
and
creepers dangling
from
forsaken buildings
painted
in the colors of fall,
we
wandered blissfully
under
the stormy sky's
silver hue,
we talked
we walked
we laughed
and all,
we stopped
for every
breathtaking view
en route
to the waterfall.
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The Adventures We Never Had
PoetryLadies, gentleman and others, I coyly present to you my collection of poignant poems that sometimes fail to be even that. These poems will be unlike any other poems you've had the pleasure of reading, but then again, that can be said of every other...
