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Nov 2011
So, come with me
Where we can see the trees sway
Where the sun is a different color as it sets
And the stars dust the night

We’ll lay in that brown patch of grass
Caterpillars hanging on to leaves
The rustling branches scattering the earth
And we’ll know what it’s like to feel

Mountains with snow drenching its tops
Touch my skin, it burns for you
Fingers calloused and worn with time
The shimmer of the earth

Let the grays blanket the rivers
The rocks tumbling into sea banks
Roots of trees soaking in teals
Humming of time long gone

I wait for you
Written by
Jenna Zito
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