Floating in the breeze …

Gill Peters
Nov 2 · 1 min read
Photo by Joshua Fuller on Unsplash

In summertime, our love is delicate, like roses floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it goes from arm to toes.

If skies are blue, our love is playful — two people dancing in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is blessed, a refuge from the winning rain.

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