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by  greeneyes

Posted: Friday, November 7, 2003
Word Count: 70




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