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Gift
No where near the mountain top
but
somewhere
we are now,
you look at me
the view
feeling a breeze follow
blowing pasts away,
I have my hands hidden
in my pockets
resting
my toes moving around in my socks,
In my hand
I hold a stone
given
by you to me,
Ages ago
it helped me then
and it helps me now
such an old, simple gift
but
somewhere
we are now,
you look at me
the view
feeling a breeze follow
blowing pasts away,
I have my hands hidden
in my pockets
resting
my toes moving around in my socks,
In my hand
I hold a stone
given
by you to me,
Ages ago
it helped me then
and it helps me now
such an old, simple gift
Published 7th May 2010
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