The One

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

Laying there in the tall grass,

The stream at their feet flowing along the rocks,

So close their shoulders touch,

Each with a book in their hand.

They are both comfortable in their own little worlds,

But they wouldn’t feel right

Without the other by their side.

And sitting there

Under the lazy summer sun

They both know

Without a doubt

They’ve found the one.

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