Feb 14, 2007 11:16
All I see is you and me,
and this horrible divide.
Like standing at the canyon's edge...
You're on the other side,
and I don't know how you got there
or how to bring you back.
I feel like I've been calling to you,
but all that comes back is an echo.
It's lonely here,
hearing only my own voice and the wind.
I wish I could fly.
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You do not need wings, dear friend...
You have the heart!
Love you
angie
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Blessings upon you my Sister.
I know all we be well for you.
Will
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Ron
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*more hugs*
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