Where Time Pauses

Two breaths meet

between thunder and harvest,

his hand a shelter at her spine,

hers a quiet vow against his chest.

The field leans in to listen

as if love were a rumor

the earth had been waiting to confirm.

 

~by Elinor Vale~

 

 

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