Gliding above the clouds
In your arms,
I saw the break of dawn.
The pink and red
Guilding the horizon.
A herd of deer
In the forest below
Fled As we
Swooped low.
You held me close,
Your arms around
Our baby bump,
As one we touched
The ground.
I open my sleepy eyes
And find you gone,
Again,
My face wet with tears…
Very beautiful your poem, sliding through the clouds in your arms … A real beauty. Happy day!๐น๐๐ผโโ๏ธ
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Thank you, Yvonne!
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