Little Holidays
My favourite holiday was just a day long,
I spent it on top of a mountain.
I reached the summit where I sat and watched the sky,
hours passed the clouds drifting by.
I thought of you and i knew your watching me,
occasionally a person passes by,
but I could sit here until the day i die,
But instead i head back down feeling your presence fade, the distance between us growing.
But to me them few hours will always be a little holiday,
that i can return to everyday.
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