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Apr 2010
Come and take my hand in yours
take a walk with me.
Let's look up at the stars above
listen to the breeze.

No sound to hear but each step we make
while gazing at the moon.
Just the sound of each breath we take
listening to a nightingale's sweet croon.

Let's stop and stand here in this silence
for just a little while.
Pretend we have forever
to walk for miles and miles.
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Neva Flores Varga Smith
Written by
Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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