Sunday, January 16, 2005

Touching

I looked at you,
You looked at me.
You smiled . . .

The sun was warm,
The wind was gentle,
You were reaching,
We were touching . . .

A fawn was chasing
Down a mountain road.
A pair of birds
Flew close overhead.

You were smiling
You were reaching
We were touching . . .

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