A candle.
That kiss of pink upon your cheek.
Your eyes sparkle
Lips flush soft with laughter.
We're flying, you and I. Higher
Higher.
Sun warms our limbs as we soar, grass sweet around trees blazing.
Together we hold on tight.
Here we are.
And here we'll stay,
Airbourne, weightless,
Happy.
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
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