Today, I stood in a field of Gold.
face up to the sky. Warm sun,
thinking of you. Are you thinking of me?
Looking at the stars. Secret song. Wishes unfulfilled.
Can you hear me? Can you hear my heart? Beating
" Season may change, winter to spring. No mountain too high, no river to wide, storm clouds may gather and stars may collide "
Night time, twin stars blinking.
Do you miss me?
Come What May.
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