Cruising shady alleys,Created by arches of centenary of trees
Wind whistling in my ears,
Sun setting caressing my skin
Lifting my gaze to not miss any,
Of the natural delights for the sight
My thoughts go to you
I at times strangely miss you
Such beauty seen by the solitary traveler
Feels too much for just the single wanderer
Such beauty, exquisiteness,
Unshared is spoilt, like buried in a soul, because unexpressed
Could I lend you my eyes,
Even for just a short while
I would like to share with you,
What makes my heart sing
So you too,
Could let that tremendous joy engorge you
Like a surge of happiness,
That permeates you entire being
But makes you wonder if worth living,
When there is not another for sharing
Holy Leggings 
Many many thanks Joanna for your wonderful teaching :-). Not really in my comfort zone but good to try the effort zone with you.
Have a lovely we.
Celine
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