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An Evening Down
Like an earthly stubble: the grass tickles my palms as we lazily lay. Joy is my strange companion, as the sun slips behind the hill; waving a bye to the day. A gentle breath seduces the skin, as in a tree a dove sounds a mellow coo. My restless mind is awed into quiet, as my mind's eye turns longingly upon you. All those little lies that whisper: "unworthy" turn to dust before your passion stare. The lazy lean of a young tree reminds me, that all about has little to worry and needs not care. Once forgotten summers return: in a single beat; my heart athlete as our favourites play along, lazily leading. Basking in fruit's glory of furrows filled with labours past. A blast! the earth gives up it's bounty bleeding. We walk in smiles with Him, who is all to us. Redeeming our joy from prisons dread. Released our heart's peace breathing, as forgotten love lorn paths we silently tread. In this moment: at this time, all is dream. All else seems pretty pantomime. Naked in every way: my soul, mind and body. Shoddy the idea of limit to this time. As the moon silently silver, a sliver of a smiling face, winking takes it turn. Sun dips into landscape beyond to bleach new skin, sights and times to burn.
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