it seems the last few days
we've found ourself
barefoot on jagged rocks
with tastes of smoother edges under our feet
but only here and there
the water is cold in this creek
and broken branches rule its course
i'm desperately searching
for the floating flowers
i'm sorry
because surely i am to blame
its okay - i know the truth
and its my newest mission
to scatter our creek with beauty
endless flowers
beautiful scents
happiness in seconds flat
lemon scented lace
elegantly rippling over your feet
my hand holding yours
smiles abounding
that raw happiness we create, flawlessly
what a beautiful thing, right?
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