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Love from Afar


I sit atop this

Great divide.

My wings folded

At my back.

I breathe in

The mountain air

As I look at the

Beauty before me.

Shining ribbons of gold

Waving in the breeze.

Beautiful blue

For mine eyes to see.

Snowy white

I long to touch

This beauty I behold.

I reach out

I touch your hand

My beauty,

I behold.

By: Anonymus

The 31st day of the 12th month in the year 319 (5/16/05)