Whispering grass, nature's simple bed.
Tell me your secrets and
I will tell you mine, we are
Equals with one another.
Who happen to be living,
Two separate lives.
However, in Spirit,
We are one of a kind.
Holding hands with
Each other, we share
A content sigh.
Blow a kiss, scatter our
Secrets with the clouds that
Float peacefully by.
In your presence, the world
Stops spinning.
Time, on the other hand,
Continues to fly.
My problems, I forget.
I watch on, as they sail
Away from me.
- Alexandra Pierotti.
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