by Shannondoah
you’re singing
you’re singing
songs of our
destinies,
of my life
and yours
you’re writing
pages
of my heart
like a seer
always does
you’re saying
what I always
dreamed
and
each time
the wind blows
I’m praying
you’ll
find
me
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