AN AMBLE

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Can we take a walk,
a very long walk,
maybe ending in the opaque,

Through green,dewed,tender grass,
through cool,shadeof trees,
also on top of yellow fallen leaves,

Under the scorching white ball,
our feets roasted through fried sand,
the clothes soaked on our tears,

Up the mountains we will go,
down the slope we will run,
across the platues view beutiful scene,

On the cool rivers will wash our foots,
laugh as the diamond liquid flow under us,
sparkling under the sun,

In the night will close our eyes,
at the twinkling stars,
filling each other breath,

so take my hand,
because you need it,
just as i need yours.





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