Daily Prompt: The Language of Things

If I had to say
The things I meant to say
They’d be spoke with

A stream that warbles and sings
As the happiness you bring

A still cloud suspended in endless skies
Like time stops when you’re with me

A gentle wind teasing, wild and free
As your comforting touch brushes against my skin

A taste of falling rain, cool and sweet
Trepidatiously refreshing as the very first kiss

The glorious sunset all fiery-red and gold
Like passion that consumes yet grows manifold.


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