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by the ways
i remember –
a path through the pines
all i could see
was the light
of your eyes –
a tender come home
melting the miles
by the ways
i remember –
you there
a hand folded softly
with mine
dreams planted sweetly
to heart –
not so
the place
where i still
tender your longing
to moments divine –
a resounding
come home
echoes soft
through the pines

. . .