Written by Emily Harstone | July 21, 2017
Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash
On the way back we laughed.
Benieth green trees theirs a house.
Beauty when hidden is still beautiful!
I look down at you heavenly
Is that my house down there?
Still, the calm hadn’t found him…
It was our own quiet oasis…
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On the way back we laughed.
Benieth green trees theirs a house.
Beauty when hidden is still beautiful!
I look down at you heavenly
Is that my house down there?
Still, the calm hadn’t found him…
It was our own quiet oasis…