Dew sparked glistening colours, trawlers ambling in the bay. A blanketing of calm, as if descending from his will. An essence by her shoulder, directed winter chill. Entities, living each other's love. Across the expanse, a wing clipped dove.
Sharing farewells on their eternal Autumn stroll.
For that is what changes, not stifles or kills turns the trivial and monotony into adventure and thrill. I believe that is the key to that which does not serve our humanity. For everyone to have, may seem impossible work. It's when each of us gives, that all of us touch. Enough heavy words, time to lighten the load Feel the warmth of the sun or the spark of the cold To continue to move together, seeing each other as the same.