Love from Afar BEHOLD 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)
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