This photo prompt comes from Kelly at https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/11546674/posts/2799580154
Through the deep woods we go strolling
Sweetly talking of love and hope
Silent ‘cept the sound of our feet
Although air is humid, we cope.
Yellow lilies bloom in the brush
Waving so softly in the wind
Love blossoms here alongside us
Happily showing there’s no end.
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