Together Again

As I approach
the spiritual
rehlm
my honey is
waiting for
my arrival.

Hand in hand
we will stroll
through the
garden of
flowers.

Smell their
essence
touch the soft
petals.

In the lush
meadows
we search for
a bed to rest.

Lie down
together
in the velvet
grasses
enjoy each other
renewing our
love vows.

poem by Heather Burns
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