Tuesday, May 20, 2014



Gazing west from atop this mountain bluff,
Across the Pacific Ocean.
Imagining my heart is not in pain,
That you're sitting here next to me.

        Where our spirits can truly fly free...

To feel your hair against my cheek
As we lean against this tree.
You're the answer to every question I seek,
How I wish we could always be.

        Where our spirits can truly fly free...


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