last night standing there watching the red rocks and their dark profle against the full moon was magical, the silence deepened by the occasional night bird and crickets singing purple velvet songs. the stars twinkled, the breeze blew cool and your warmth against my body...
sometimes, love rises, like yesterdays full moon, and calls nature to participate...i felt the beauty of this earth and its shapes and smells, just being silent and letting existence talk for the first time...and what a story it told, what a song it sang and these lips of mine are still moist with your kiss. a life of travelling will not satisfy a few moments of pure joy, being in one place, just being and melting into the landscape...
sometimes, love rises, like yesterdays full moon, and calls nature to participate...i felt the beauty of this earth and its shapes and smells, just being silent and letting existence talk for the first time...and what a story it told, what a song it sang and these lips of mine are still moist with your kiss. a life of travelling will not satisfy a few moments of pure joy, being in one place, just being and melting into the landscape...
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