I
by greeneyes
Posted: 07 November 2003 Word Count: 70 |
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I wish to be the sand beneath your feet
on a beautiful moonlit night
The idea within your mind
as you wrap yourself in thought
I long to be
the fresh air that you breathe
as you deeply inhale
the night's gentle breeze
I desire to immerse your aura
in the rivers that have existed
since the creation of time
So that even in death
your spirit shall always remain
on a beautiful moonlit night
The idea within your mind
as you wrap yourself in thought
I long to be
the fresh air that you breathe
as you deeply inhale
the night's gentle breeze
I desire to immerse your aura
in the rivers that have existed
since the creation of time
So that even in death
your spirit shall always remain
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