This photo prompt comes from Kelly at https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/11546674/posts/2799580154

Strolling

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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