Her Love

She is like the wind whisking through the sky, a single tear in a poor man’s eye. A quiver in time as it ripples. A passage through life, a feeling of love. Her heart is like a flowing river, never settling and full. My soul it feeds off the energy of her love as she lingers in the golden sun.

~Tears of a Cowgirl

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