The Beauty Never Gets Old
A day dream breaks through reality.
In that moment I feel where I’m meant to be.
Before me spills a fantasy,
That no imagination could wrap around.
There’s a breath to the air
Pure as it blows.
Giving silence a sound, and
Meeting the sky with the ground
As the trees go from green to gold
The beauty never gets old.
All of my senses peek at their sweetest.
Then we pull away from our kiss…
In that moment I feel where I’m meant to be.
Before me spills a fantasy,
That no imagination could wrap around.
There’s a breath to the air
Pure as it blows.
Giving silence a sound, and
Meeting the sky with the ground
As the trees go from green to gold
The beauty never gets old.
All of my senses peek at their sweetest.
Then we pull away from our kiss…
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