Together
Firmly holding your hand
we walk together in the sand.
With the salty breeze of the sea
you gently whisper you need me.
Now we are forever
binding our souls together.
Raising our own children...
two, four or even ten.
Watching them get fully grown
and raising children of their own.
Now we are forever
binding our souls together.
Copyright © Mark Mason | Year Posted 2015
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