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Sep 2014
here is me
      I never see
over a ridge
     where night
touches the dew-
     sunlight glows
on you.

There i was
     over a ledge
teetering
     height fearing
all the darkness-
     below.

Where are you?
     Will we know?
Ever?  over a hill
      may we ever see
the sun glint-
      on your green
      eyes
glowing..
wordvango
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