maandag 26 mei 2025

Language of Love

 


The smell of the earth
before the rain,

The breath of the wind
before a storm,
 

The feel of the grass
before the dawn,

 

 The kiss of the sun's
first golden rays,

 The magical glow
of the moonlit night,

The language of love
that speaks to my soul,
reminding me I am home.

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