Hand in mine
I study the curves the scars
Feeling the
strengths and the weak spots
I can see
the seeds and also the stars
And the
memories that you once forgot
Eye to eye I
gaze into the dreams that spring
Studying the
passion and creativity rustles
I can hear
the rhythms of your soul’s wings
And the
future stand and flex its muscles
Side by side
we stroll through rain sun and snow
Enjoying the
silence or the melody of words
I can feel
the thoughts and love that freely flow
And it is
the most beautiful sound ever heard
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