I could summon the hordes with a snap of my fingers,
Rooted, planted to the ground I am connect.
I could create floods,
Hurled bolts of lightening across a placid sky.
But I can’t recreate the feeling of familiarity in a lovers’ touch.
The warm welcome, in my partners’ eyes.
Welcome to week 172 of Three Line Tales! A wonderful challenge to create a piece about the given photo. Want to join? Click the link Three Line Tales.