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Hold my hand and let us run up the hills together.
..when you finally grasp the dream you have been holding for quite a while and becomes the most beautiful thing that ever happened to you..
Words are railing in his thoughts
Seem like long tracks unending
Stretching to reaching something
Something at the end, awe inspiring!
Feelings pouring like crystal rain
Heavily spreading, gently rolling
Down the magnificent field of greens
Something is getting closer to her dreams.
It is all because of pure destiny
As the sea reaches for the sky
Her diamonds, he never asks why
Something out of beauty, no man can deny.
Now his eyes burning like sunset
Above the horizon igniting vibrant palette
For his love bearing only warmth within
Something he believes more worth living.
Out she comes in satiny silver flow
The winds blowing past the moon’s glow
Her eyes reflect back silent words
Something soft like the song of birds.
Then, the moment never stayed still
Them on two stallions drummed the hills
Butterfly kisses flew of petals white
Something of bliss quite ended right.
≈♥≈ ©Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 04.12.14 | "Something Beautiful", a poem