Photo courtesy of Mark
We bathed here
Clothes thrown to boughs
Skinny dipping in the dark
Skin touching undercover of ripples
Calm surface wakened by our arousal
Stretching in the sand
Giggling in the moonlight
Those were the days then
When cares were only for years to come
And eyes sought the others in black holes of midnight
Peaks outlined by starry skies
We loved then freely and with energy that age envies
We love still
Not all is a memory
Very nice
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Thanks, Richard. 🙂 x
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A beautiful write..x
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Thank you. You’re very kind. 🙂 x
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Sigh!! heart quickens…so lovely, my friend:)
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Young love, old love, in between love. Still sets the fires burning. 🙂 x
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Yep, for sure:)
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🙂 x
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beautiful! (=
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Thank you. 🙂 x
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Lovely!!
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Thank you, Morgan. x
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That’s brilliant mommus. Another one for the book. It is very apt with the picture, well done! 🙂
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Your picture was the prompt, mark. So thank you. It’s amazing what little stories unfold in our heads when we look at photos. 😉 x
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Gorgeous and my favourite line – When cares were only for years to come…. so true x
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Aye, those were the days…..;) x
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Smiles – yes they certainly were… xxx
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Those are the best memories…sometimes they really spark love again in their remembrance.
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You’re right, Kerry. Memories….music, places, tastes and smells, etc…so many ways of recapturing and remembering so well.x
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