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I left the village and trudged towards the small wood, Junipers, covered with berries that looked so good. It was an inviting place many knew about It was luck I found it, few cared I have no doubt. In the middle, a pond cherished by lots of fish, Around willow Norway Spruce which was my true wish. And on the face of the water, large leaves floated, With white, yellow and purple lotus promoted. I sat on a rock, watching some birds as they flew, Elated as the solitude around me grew. On the other side, a small bridge led to my place. I had to admire her neat walk, her lovely face. She quietly sat down beside me, full of bliss. I leaned slowly towards her and gave her a kiss. In that inviting place who could ignore delight I was ready to give her my all heart outright In that silence, she lay on my shoulder, her head. In blissful solitude, never a word we said. 1 March 2023 Place 1 Writing Challenge - I Words - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France

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