When I walk along this path,
by the river,
and in the rain
and alone…….
I am now walking with you.
Your soft dark hair
soon blends with the sky.
Your vivacious lips
on the skin of a woman.
A wildflower bloom of passion.
The taste of summer fruit.
And the world rustling by.
I think I will keep on walking.
A Wandering Poet 
Such a gentle and beautiful poem.
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