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Gazing Skies


As lasting days spring from dawn|

And gazing skies move beyond|

A clouded daze keeps your image alive|

Blowing winds bring the scent of you on desolate hills|

In them they bring the feel from your hugs|

I only wish they would hug me into the life beyond|

As it blows and sings that mesmerizing song from your lips|

I feel myself fall asleep|

Wrapped in the warmness of your kiss|


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