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Ancient Meeting

A foray into randomness.
A quiet step falls gently in the grass,
Bringing with it a secret smile,
The ancient winds carry silent music,
Stirring the blooms in rank and file.

Lightly brushing through tangled hair,
The cooling breeze with the sun does dance,
An endless echo of joyous laughter,
Is shared with every passing glance.

Hands that touch in aching need,
Fulfilling the dreams they share,
Joining, mingling hurried breaths,
Saying words in silence as they dare.

A quiet footstep falls on summer grass,
The smallest lives are filled with joy,
Two wounded hearts and souls combine,
As ancient girl meets eternal boy.
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Published: 3/28/2014
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