Together
Fingers intwined, We walk, Getting to know, We talk and talk. Watching the sun, Like a ball on a wire, Slowly it touches the ocean, Setting it on fire. Gathering wood, Becomes quite a game, Then curled up close, We watch the flame. Leaning against you, For the heat, Hearing the tide build, Along with our heartbeat. Only our voices, Hushed it seems, Talking quietly, Of hopes and dreams. Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 11:48 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 8
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