The intimate pasture of life can be only shared with the thunder of light that laid quiet in the abyss of the full blossom of hope. The bank of trees saturated with tears that filled over the eyes of the possibilities. It was a rapture of sacred connection, holy initiation, and divine sacrifices of the spirits of the ancestors that held this private ceremony.
Our hands solidified the sacred harmony. A field of corns stacked high in the mountains echoed the chills of the heartbeat pulsating through the vineyards.
When we glanced at the romance of what finally felt to be an intimate embrace of the ocean, the anchors of vitality rushed in to ensure the security, peace, tranquility that was embedded by the falling leaves of autumn, and the departure of the glistering shimmer of nightingale summers’ love.
The sun brimmed sunlight with the luminosity of possibilities, which laminated the testimony that life was treasured and personified intimacy.
The radiance of red is like the flame that ignited the passion within two souls. Time stood still as we held hands. The banks of the rivers were reminiscent of the kiss we embraced for the first time.A jewel on the sea banks could only be found if those are willing to dig the abyss of treasures within the profound wondrous travels of the heart. Intimacy is cathartic to healing for the soul that has witnessed many truculent seasons. As I rested on the layers of a heartbeat, it reminded us of the breathtaking patience of love.
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Healing Majestically 