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By sn0w Date: 2002 Apr 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.20.13.51.4006]] |
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Walk With Me There's a field in Sedona where the grass is knee high and whispers of those who carved their lives in the rock can be heard as you dip your toes along the waters edge in the canyon I want to be there with you, weaving wildflowers into a wreath for my hair and learning the braille of your lips through my fingers I want to listen to the drum of your soul beat like thunder against my cheek as if you were the swollen skies, and I the earth, open to your storm ... would climb inside the sky to be with you Snow (c)2002 |