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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2219963
Meet me in the hills.
Let us meet upon the hills, among the green, among the brown.
I'll take you by the hand, through the meadows, through the lakes, our sacred ground.

Meet me in the hills, the lochs, the rivers, the streams.
I cannot live here without you for thats the way it seems.

It is you who should lay in sheets of gold and lavender.
It is you who is made from love, devotion and desire.

Your white feathered wings shall see some flight once more.
We'll leave all sodden worries naked on the floor.

It is time for me to leave but you are coming too.
It's time for us to fly for we are the chosen two.

In your heart beat there shines a light of wonder.
Let us meet upon the hills, among the green and fodder.

I will awaken the ghosts of the hills and seek your hand in mine.
Be my precious lady, please, just one more heavenly time.
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