Pollen dusting from spring trees
forming a golden bud carpet on the surface of the lake.
Rippling wake from fishing boats -
She glances up from her book
Surreptitiously slides some pants
over her nude, sunkissed body
And returns to the dream.
A rucksack revolution building
The inspiration woven into pages
Leaping forth, planting seeds of yearning
of romance, of determination
in the mind of a youth, with wild heart beating
A dopamine rush
with every breath.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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