The scent of cut grass, this place could be Eden
birds singing songs of love and freedom
we lay under branches, beneath blue skies
living in each others eyes
This place could be Heaven on earth or anywhere
a desert island in an unfound land for all I care
as long as you and I are there, under the sky above
sharing our looks of love
The warmth between us, suns heat caresses
hearts skipping beats, forgotten stresses
eyes dance in longing glances
this place entrances
So lucky to be alive
sharing this sunny day
these special hours
the scent of flowers
Thanks for reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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