On the tallest mountain
beyond the deepest wood,
the highest keep of
the strongest hold
could claim your heart
as its own,
yet it would be mine
Weaving through the battlements,
the wind would blow,
carrying my name
down the slopes and
through the trees,
the voice of your heart
reaching into mine
My heart’s whisper,
through the trees
and on to the heights,
would reach into yours,
foretell the joy
that would be ours when, at last,
our hearts are joined
This is my reply, with her photo, to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – through the trees… #writephoto at Daily Echo.
Oooh, Sue! I need to read the rest of the marvelous and poetic beginning. xo
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There are some great entries this week, Robin 🙂
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This picture has certainly stirred up some great creations!
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Hasn’t it just? 🙂
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