Oh, crop!

By iShoot

The Place

Two souls join as one,
beneath the heavens.
Love claims its throne!
Cups of gold spill upon,
outstretched hands.
Waterfalls sound the heartbeats of thunder.
Angles sing songs of love,
on butterfly wings.
Bringing forth seeds of harvest,
planted along the river edge.
Where roses of red bloom.
Flowing rivers channel forth,
to the see of tranquility.
Waves kiss the shore.
True love dances,
Under the sunshine.





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