In thousand paths
And thousands of people
What is the chance that we will meet
Eyes to eyes
Soul to soul
What is the chance that we will walk
Side by side on the street of Lovers lane
Are you the thousand winds that blow
Are you the soft lifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I look at the soft star and wish
You are the morning light
You are the thousand kisses
You are the gentle touches
You are there in the morning hush
2 comments:
Just Superb.
This is one of the MOST PHENOMENAL original writings I have read in quite some time if not ever! It moved me to that place that I don't often go especially taken there by a stranger!! Thank you so much for listening to that place in you that speaks to that place in me...you are truly amazingly brilliant!!!!!
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