The Colors of Our Souls
The azure skies hold wisps of white cotton in their embrace
As your arms hold me in the circle of your strength
As your arms hold me in the circle of your strength
The cerulean seas teem with brilliant varied creatures
As our life sparkles with new adventures with every breath
Autumn orange sunsets and cotton candy sunrises
Greet us each day and leave dewy petals of desire as gifts
So many times in our glowing, pulsing neon bright days
I reach inside myself to hold you close, calming me
We walk hand in hand to the edge of the wind worn cliff
Eager to keep soaring, together.
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