Whispers Love
 
Doo Wop music on the warm spring breeze, and the flowers dance.
Hands held gently in the new grass, and birds sing of romance.
Eyes gaze into each others, under cotton candy clouds above.
Lips press so softly, so carefully, Mother Nature whispers love.

By panther811

© 2018 panther811 (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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