It is the simple things that make me fall in love;
a secret caress
that is whispered
yet not seen,
like the echo of a meandering breeze
untethered by the tentative flap
of the wing of a dove,
gazing towards a midnight blue sky,
dreaming of flying upwards
to reach out,
to softly touch
the glowing embers of the stars above.
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