walking hand-in-hand feeling cotton’s warmth against my bare arm
Watching the sun set in my eyes in her eyes
or this variation
watching the sun set in her eyes in my eyes
In the moonlight waves from waves
Silent winter night the sound of waves - the comfort of her arms.
Naked exposed trees my wounds of the past.
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