guidance comes on the shoulders
of mountain tops
on the love living inside my fingertips
short, and stout
they speak to me of dreams, unseen
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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