he held your hand gently holding it as the same hand resting on your stomach as he moved your with him...shall we meet again ..as a lullaby romes in dark waiting for the moon to rise before being released just like an arrow.... bring song to the sky as your beautiful eyes looking away from me...i shall see your face and body the next race to the rising moon...my dear friend...he chuckled
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2Grelle Sutcliff
17/10/2024
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