call me
like a bird to another
(wanting to fly)
the wings fluttering
together
across blue skies
call me
like the wind in trees
tickling the leaves
and softly,
seep into my veins
there is love in this lake,
in your fingertips;
and one soul, now lives in two.
nautical miles - the world in triumphs, in passion; viewed from a million angles.
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