Winding Paths
We’ll meet in the quiet of the day.
Two souls, drawn to each other,
in the stillness where the world stops.
We’ll listen to the sounds around us,
the rustle of leaves, the gentle sigh of the wind,
In the arboretum, where life takes place,
And the air is thick with the scent of earth.
Let’s walk the winding paths,
hand in hand, under the sky,
Witnessing the simple beauty of existence,
Where each flower stands alone,
But part of something greater,
And every breeze carries a memory.
In this place, we’re alive.
Two hearts, steady and true,
Finding joy in quiet moments,
As we move through the landscape of dreams,
Together, in the stillness,
We’ll write our story,
in the language of written art.
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