Time had no meaning at all as they looked deeply into each others eyes watching the memories of tomorrow being played by their hearts as they whispered secrets to one another's souls, as the only sound they could here was the music being played by the two beating hearts and sun making love to the moon.


Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A #Poets Journey

Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020

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