The smell
of winter mist fills the forest,
The sky a
pretty pinkish blue,
Birds chirp
in a distance too far…
He holds
her hand, stepping together.
Leaves
crunch below their feet,
The stream,
a cool mossy bed of rocks…
A tighter
grip, gentle nonetheless,
She
whispers into his heart ‘I love you’.
The naked
trees look to the ground,
Not in
shame, maybe begging patience…
The earth, moist
under the blanket of leaves,
They
breathe in, a tiny shiver, a snowflake.
It isn’t
goodbye, but a sweet goodnight kiss.
It is never
a goodbye… just a wait…
For the
sun, to breathe, to live, to fly!
A kid, a
paper plane, a dog, four smiles.
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