All of nature joins in
the communion of the souls
Blushing petals float upon
winter bleached flesh
from the gently stirred canopy
of spring laden trees
The same mischievous breeze
tickles bare skin
Though roused from the
cool young breath,
the sensation soon melts
in the warm caress of
the southern sun
Green blades and creeping herbs
cradle their fulfilling embrace
Reflection is found,
as though looking
in the rain remnants
caught in pockets of stone,
when their eyes meet
No longer two,
ever one
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