Small joys, Those gifts. Make me smile

Small joys, Those gifts. Make me smile

From somewhere they just show up and I tend to them.

And it's a great feeling to feel a presence overshadow me

just when I am looking down the periphery standing somewhere top of the hill

I want to just close my eyes next to the skies

And then that shadow comes over! Sets me free from my own tangles

We both just sit then there for a few moments hand in hand

Bent in each other, leaning on those skies over the mountains

Night comes We become eternal and then that moment we know

what we have created together so strong so like us

crazy yet so sane beautiful innocent fun

And then at that moment, we both know how long the journey has been

we don't want to leave that moment ourselves sitting next to each other

in abandon silent promises are exchanged untouched depths are exchanged

eyes can' take enough we are like in some fairy world enchanted and elated

dreamy drunk on those unknown bends of god knows what

'thank you' stranger


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