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Pondering Possibilities
The question remains
Entangled, refrained
Of earth and sky
Resting on the edge
Of due or die
And then I see you
Sitting so quaint
A peaceful mention
A wandering eye
Twining each branch
Climbing high
To catch your every promise
Your words so eloquently and refined
Oh this wind struck passion
Blowing free upon the morning light
If but to find a chance
I dream a dream
Of you by my side
Copyright ©
Rick Parise
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