Oct 15, 2008

Hills

If only it was that easy,
I'd let you take me to the top of the highest hill,
Where the air would be breezy,
And the rainy clouds would disappear,
just to make way for a starry sky,
Lying on the grass gazing up above,
As you hold my hand,
And safe in your arms I'd be,
'Til the morning light and a kiss awakens me.

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