• A new day
a new brilliant blooming spring day upon the savannah dew on the riverstreet-River front
the fog and the people yelling in song with the green voisterously manifest in their hasten remarks and their drunkenness
then there amongst the crowd of intoxicated enthusiasts is two joyous lovers parading in bright periwinkle and pink
They prance hand in hand trying not to gaze into the others eyes as they cannot forfeit their engaging pride
They beckon no mercy in their attraction while smelling
the breeze of the cold and foggy Savannah morning
They stop to enjoy the barge and the sounds of notification that a huge vessel is approaching the Savannah ports awaiting to take another export to the international community
The two wander amongst the lively and sinning crowd in their own path in the sea of humorous ignorant fools
they stop at the park to dream and reflect
he touches her hand which signals electricity under her breast
she says to the dreamer to... the wanderer, "stop and listen,"
he closes his eyes and she says, "smell," while she also entertains herself in the moment of observance
in the spring park, they hear the birds chirping
they smell the magnolias blooming
they hear the crowd stopping
they hear the breeze soaring and they feel the other's heart beating and bouncing
They two clarify nothing but open their eyes to engage in a perfect moment not to be relived
Its no travesty to not afford this particular engagement
The extreme decadence in their love is the passion for one another not to be renounced
They leave the Savannah river front to only come back and to someday releave and relive their dreams, while living in the beauty of the moment
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