Strolling Into Tomorrow
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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स्वर्ण पत्ता
Silent, walking through the forests of imagination,
hand in hand, listening to sounds of nature.
Stopping once in a while to kiss and remember our
love in younger days.
Passion and caring having grown infinitely into a
blossoming garden.
Watching as we stroll into tomorrow, hearts entwined,
holding each other's love throughout life.
Establishing ourselves within realms of life, seeing
no others, eyes only for one another, no one else.
इस कविता को आँकें
अभी कोई आँक नहीं
टिप्पणियाँ
टिप्पणी करने के लिए प्रवेश करना होगा।
प्रवेशइस कविता पर अभी कोई टिप्पणी नहीं। पहले आप हों।