Poem: Late Spring

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Late Spring

A quiet moment.
Her warmth next to yours.
A flash of skin.
A heart beating
hard and fast.

About this poem

A love poem by an old guy who never expected this kind of love at this point in life.

The picture was taken in the quarry across from my house.

Tom

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