Hour 12 – Five Words

Lucky Day

A camping trip deep in the month of June,
the two of us came here without a care;
under the stars there sang a single loon
as my true love released her flowing hair.

The need within her eyes outshone the moon
it seems the lake held magic and to spare;
‘Neath canopy of stars and nature’s tune,
the glory of her form would be laid bare.

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