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Promenade

Bells across the meadow ringing
carried on the evening air.
In the distance choirs singing
a sense of peace beyond compare
As we walk my love and I
hand in hand: We always do,
we pause and watch the darkening sky
as it becomes a deeper blue.
Denoting day is nearly done.
It�s time to wend our homeward way.
Without a word we turn as one
as our rapport comes into play.
When we reach home we are content
our evening stroll sufficient.
4-Aug-07