My place

And as I ran
I traced the outlines of the trees with my hands
I thought of you
Your beauty, your grace
It illuminates the skies.
Bowled over once again
So I weave in and out the path
back to the place that you stand

Leaves rustling
Wind blowing
And me
dreaming under the infinite blue skies
The shadows beneath me and
The wind in my hair

To find you there
My place
My destination waiting once again

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