View from a mountain top
We lovers embrace
Our time is now
Our thoughts are lovers'
thoughts
The open air makes us want to hold on to one another
as if time has stood still
as if we are the only ones in the garden of love
as if we are the two flowers that should never be picked lest you incur dire sorrow.
We two admonish love
Call on it like the ancients called on deities with winged feet and flaming arrow...
like song writers sealed in the annals of time their odes to that thing which we now admonish....
I hate her ...
a view from the highest height
A lesson in splendor
A god moment.... a god moment... I'm in love
We are lovers
About the Creator
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I stepped carefully around the corner, the familiar sights and sounds hitting me like a brick to the face. My eyes watered. I could practically see us, all of us, back then, clustered around the outdoor tables in front of the pizza shop, the bar, the coffee shop. I could smell the various stalls from the events we’d been to on this street. I could taste the churros and nachos.
By Phoenixica246 days ago in Fiction
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