Hands intertwined

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They walked along the old clay dirt road
Their eyes are fixed on the road

Ahead, their hands intertwined.Occasionally they gazed into one
Another’s eyes; they smiled and though
No words were spoken it was
Evident that I love you
Was expressed. The sun began
To set, allowing the moon
To take its rightful place for the night.
They came to a stop in the middle of the
Road, without a care or worry.
They took the crickets melody
Firmly to heart. As if in
Sync, they raised their heads to
The heavens, and watched
The splendor of it all, took
Each and every ounce of its beauty,
Engraved that one moment into their
Heart and mind so as to never forget.
He twirled his newlywed and embraced her,
Planted a kiss on her soft pink lips.
The aroma of fresh rain filled them. They ran back,
Still hand in hand, Letting the
Rain fall upon them, not
Caring whether or not they became drenched
From head to toe.
The days of youth are
Gone, he is now old and frail; his eyes stare at his mother who waits to escort him to the streets of gold. His wife stays close by His side. Her hand
Still entwine in his, afraid to
Let it go, but is willing to.
A tear rolls and falls; she leans over planting a kiss one last time.

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