like my heart would want to be,
currents flowing, with debris,
like my heart, soon will be.
Sunlight gleaming,
radiantly,
capturing light upon the trees.
I know my love would agree,
that our hearts,
have dissipated out to sea.
Copyright
Terry Freeman
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Lovely poem!...
Thanks, Mee Moe, for accepting my invitation for a links exchange. Already added your link in my blogroll. Merry Xmas!...
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