In the crisp cool air of autumn approaching
I sat with my face upturned to the sky
Soaking in the serenity of my surroundings
I can still hear the echo of your voice in my ear

The skies have become ever so blue
Soft clouds perched intermittently
The sun warming my skin
I recall your gentle touch

In a picture perfect world
It would always look like this
You'd always be there
I'd forever feel you near

Then I come to this revelation
As in all the people in this world
We have found each other
And that to me is picture perfect

Lillian Jamison

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