In Lovers Wake

fig tree

In a space under the fig tree,

Lovers sit in the breeze,

Holding hands in this place of passion,

Soaring hills,

Log cabins,

The sky in all its glory,

In shades of blue and grey,

Lovers watch the day,

Encountering the softness of a kiss,

Breathing the beauty of the sun,

Time stands still,

A moment cloaked,

In lovers wake.

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