-jam- being with you

Like the gentle wind that caresses me,
like the sweet smell of the rising sun.

Like the touch of a feather,
like the taste of chocolate.

Like running in the fields ever so freely,
like tanning by the beach…

I hope to see you there when I’m old and wrinkly,
I hope to play with your hair…

I hope to see you there when I wake,
I hope to hold your hand…

Hands, hearts, voices and echos…

I wanna be with you.

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