There where the rivers whispering runs
Warmed by your eyes more than the sun
Where your gentle hands are holding mine
We sit and talk and tell us what we love
In the river fishes jump with joy
The birds above sing us their lullaby
Oh, how I'd love to be there now
And even, said we not a word all day
Our souls would understand...
PoeDes©
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