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#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow painted by the setting sun.
Off in the distance, the sound of laughter coming from two souls in love. Here they are free, unjudged and unbound, out of sight of society's gun. Running free through the grass, barefoot and gleeful, holding hands without a care in their mind. Naked, unclothed, for they are the same here, inside and out, color here does not bind. Singing, dancing, smiling, laughing, loving, time seems to almost halt. Here they can climb to the top of that mountain, together they have not one fault.
© Jeri N Cadwell
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow painted by the setting sun.
Off in the distance, the sound of laughter coming from two souls in love. Here they are free, unjudged and unbound, out of sight of society's gun. Running free through the grass, barefoot and gleeful, holding hands without a care in their mind. Naked, unclothed, for they are the same here, inside and out, color here does not bind. Singing, dancing, smiling, laughing, loving, time seems to almost halt. Here they can climb to the top of that mountain, together they have not one fault.
© Jeri N Cadwell
