Love Sweet Love



As I walk through a valley of flowers
I see beauty,
beyond compare,
no two are the same,
yet all alike.

Taking up space under the sun
rooted in time,
standing still and moving on,
depends,
on the wind blowing.

Curled up tight at night,
cooled and warmed
the moons glow,
bathes,
in a white gold.

At first light, the dawn wakes with a misty sigh
colours come in focus,
like paint brushed on,
below,
a morning sky

Sending good morning smiles from eyes
that brings joy,
to a world,
in need of,
love sweet love

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