Listen to the birds she'd say
I'm listening, I'm here I'm very much ok
In your loving arms
The touch of your lips
Makes me feel good
Up from my toes to my hips
In this world of over confidence
Arrogance and harm
She walks gently like a healing balm
She skips like a child
She sips at flowers
She let's me sleep for hours
Until I forget I'm in the wild
In a field, just a field
With Oak trees
A little wood stretching along the lower perimeter
The best place in the world for me
The only place her beautiful face
Can be forever
Like an imprint of our bodies
That we left in the grass
When we leave
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