Love Poem Number 137
The touch of a gentle,
warm breeze over
the shimmering
reflection on the water
of the sunset's
purples and pinks and reds.
The joy
in a child's eyes
watching the fireworks
burst,
sending colors flying across
the darkened sky.
The sweet harmony that comes
from a subtle dissonance.
Thrilling the audience, who doesn't know
exactly what happened,
but can't deny the shivers
sent up their spines.
The golden glow
of a campfire surrounded
by friends and family
singing and talking
filling the air with love.
All filling the air with love.
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