You, I, Us.

July 13, 2009
I live on the mountain tops,
I wade in the river,
I sing to the sky above,
I see you grow bigger,
I watch as the birds fly on,
I brush across faces,
I wisp through your silky hair.
You can feel me on your faces,
You can feel me on your faces.

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