In fields of stones with fading words
Where stories are long forgotten and the winds whisper secrets,
In books and letters pages yellowed with age and edges worn the words still as potent as the day the ink first dried,
In clearings of lavender and yarrow where you felt no sorrow and your laughter thrived and carried by the wind on the backs of butterflies,
On paths shaded by oaks accompanied with the melodies of crunching leaves and songs of sparrows,
In cool nights with gentle breezes with the twinkling of stars and the chirps of crickets
when the air is like a blanket wrapped around you gently and you float in-between,
Know that I'll love you through the annals of time.
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A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-ficțiuneA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
