Passages explored by way of sight,
words will gently roll
tumbling towards your feet,
I bow. Take my hand
lets frolic, desiring freedom, in the tall grass.
Your beauty I adore.
Those passive eyes, loving windows to surround my soul
I pour myself out for you.
Open! Open! Behold
my world belongs to you.
Your writing has an amazing, lyric quality–“Words will gently roll/tumbling towards your feet…”
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