
guidance comes on the shoulders
of mountain tops
a reliance
on the love living inside my fingertips
short, and stout
they speak to me of dreams, unseen
a reality
forged from iron leaves
while the fragrance of love always makes me believe
in you, my love
Can you see me through the pain inside the loving breeze?
I can see you too.
it’s here, my love
where I will always wait for you
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