If
if love
is not
the softest rain
that falls
atop
the trees,
the softest light
in green and gold,
the softest, lightest breeze;
if it is not
the silence
of
the clouded skies above
if it is not
a forest
i don't think
i've ever
loved
Copyright © Rose Mary | Year Posted 2018
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