Passionate Journey

flowers along the way
we pick like children at play
i pick the pebbles too
and count from one to two
and two-some we throw
beside the pond to see
how splashing splashes
amidst the stillness of the night
on this passionate journey
the moon sees us
and the stars too
and oh, without the sorrow!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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