Pondering minds of ancient souls,
Drift away in what nature holds,
For it’s both the questions and the answers told,
to the heart.
Pondering hearts of you and I,
lay staring at the infinite sky,
In pouring rain and sunshine,
in the cool breeze of our love.
I try to hold you,
but you shy away from my palms,
as the black shadows come over you,
mystic moonbeam of lost stars.
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The morning breeze against your face,
cleanses the worries off your mind,
As you see the sky smile without a trace,
of the storm that passed by.
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