Calm and serene the music of the land played on softly – setting a yellow-green hue rhythm. Magic.
“Slow down everyone,
You’re moving too fast.”
Gentle plucking of life’s strings, he was there – he played his music,
They sang their song;
“Slow down everyone,
You’re moving too fast.”
Touch of lips – whisperings of muttered belonging to this meadow and of him to her.
“The possibilities are endless”
She said to him....
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