Watching a feather ride the draft
Oh how I miss the wind
Listening to the splatter outside the door
I do so miss the rain
Seeing the snow fall softly down
I miss the breathless view
Smelling the lilacs blooming sweet
fragrance sorely missed
Watching the hawk soar overhead
I do not care to follow
Singing a song of words so sweet
I cannot hear the tune
Feeling heartbeat thumping strong
Oh how I miss your love
When light is blown out, where does it go?
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