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Lovers Meeting at the Edge of the Black Forest, 1945
Resting gently against cool gray conifer bark
I melt into the forest as if I were a part of her
Quietly awaiting you amidst faceless shadows
And myriads of ghosts that haunt the forest’s edge
Ah, the fragrant smell of pine and fir drifts carelessly
Upon restless air currents meandering up wooded hills
Gorgeous butterflies dance just above dazzling flowers
Careening magnificently over lush valleys and fields
A bird’s lonesome melody suddenly breaks the silence
Filling my heart with a melancholy jubilant yearning
I really like the quality of
I really like the quality of your lines with a distinct emphasis on detail putting the reader right in the scene.
Thanks Peter-that was my
Thanks Peter-that was my goal-thanks for noticing!! I love to use imagery in my writing!!