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Oct 2013
I saw myself standing on a riverbank,
standing still
looking far in the distance.
Wondering,
pondering.

The wind blowing on my face,
slowly singing its hymn
as I look down
upon the still waters before me,
I saw your face.

Etched forever
by an invisible mark,
the billowing prints from the water.

Copyright 2009
Avixxi
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Avixxi
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