Her hair grey like an overcast day,
Enchanting me with her sly smile,
As we hide away in the hay,
Like young lovers on the sly.
We huddle in a pile,
Carressing each other,
Hushing our whispers,
As we enjoy our secret smiles.
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thoughtscreateweb 
Beautiful.
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Thank you 🙂
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