Quiet Communion
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We lie by the river in late July.
As the sun drips down, we gaze longingly
Into each other's eyes. Words can't describe
Our quiet communion. The warm breeze
Gently stirs the flowers and trees. At peace,
We dream of Love that cannot be broken.
Despite modern stress, there's always release,
And blessed notions that remain unspoken.
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