A Lover Waits
by sloanranger
Fish play in a pond of pure water as a stream meanders by. All is tranquil.
Ambient light from an afternoon sun splays across a rolling, green lawn and plashes through the window of a now golden room.
The breeze dances joyfully with white curtains and a girl sits in front of a mirror, brushing her long silken hair.
The sacred is here.
Beside the water, beneath the trees... a lover waits.
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Poesy
RomancePoesy - Poems, some that are deeply romantic, some are a bit sexual, too. : )
