The restless tormented winds strip cleanly throu each other
fighting over fields that smell of fresh grown strawberries
beating each other down for land they want to own
overlooking certain beauty in some of the purest unknows

may one non-predicted day come that they will settle and see
that the beauty in the fields they own could never over pass thee
they might pause a moment and breath in the crisp tangy sights
that cause a thousand brilliant feelings shivering, shakings slight

Where the endless river forever flows into the not seen distance
is where some exisiting day our two souls will face again
to be able to look into the eyes that have seen what sights i did
and i mind that seemed to pulse to a beat my heart had provided

The two sets of feet settle on the salt glazed rocks
inches divided them once,slowly backed away,they become lost
till eternal distance of oceans and grass fell in between
yet the two minds so close together as if the space where none indeed

no spoken words, but still a communicating sound
lush and simple, but quiet cause silent has no sound
the heartfelt message sent with the beats that keep them alive
will forever be exchanged, till one who passes with out name dies

looking for some feedback

~Tera~
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