I follow you,
Every day,
As the day comes to the end
And the darkness descends,
I follow you...
Every day you arrive,
In new dresses,
To blow me away,
To far off lands and places,
To distant dreams,
To unrealised hopes,
To unraveled mysteries,
And you tell me
'Every day is a new day'
As I follow you,
From the roof top,
From the bridge over the railroad,
From the unkempt garden,
From the window seat,
From my every possible co-ordinates...
I follow you
As you follow me...
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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