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She smelled the fresh green grass,
Inhaled the crisp, clean air,
Released her emotions into the sky,
Spoke in the language of love.
And the moutian folk spoke of her beauty and perfections.
She felt the rain,
Twirled in the sunlight,
Carved a heart into the oak,
Pondered about poetry and nature.
And the moutian folk spoke of her beauty and perfections.
She kissed his fingers,
Braided his hair,
Whipspered his name,
Felt his warmth.
And he spoke of her love and passion.
She placed her lips apon his,
Fulfilled his heart,
Made his eyes smile,
Wrote sweet words about him in the sky.
And he spoke of her love and passion.
Published 30th Aug 2012
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