there with that loving goes
it was with an edgy silence
that they walked the green
with all that heather scented
opened into a wider space
where melon skies consumed
the voices
that laughter lightly rose
heavy fog caressed the hills
found her curves and valleys
sways the windswept oak
s
how yellow the blanket grass
makes stand the dotted green
there with that loving goes
two such fragile hearts frame
a scene from Juliet’s garden
that even the moon went pale.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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