Monday, May 9, 2016

At the pier*

With the morning upon us,
To the lake we did make a go,
To make our time idly pass,

There where upon the waters
The day kissed and planted colors
We thought we could make there
Our love drenched scene, bare,

The breaking of a day, we thought
we could always by our Love begin,
The boat was there  for us, near the pier,
As if for us, perpetually,waiting.

(*Note: the photograph attached is a gift received by me, from a bud mine.)

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