For now,
I stumble through my existence.
I stumble through my existence.
Always
Always
Thinking of you.
I feel you in the soothing temperament of the breeze,
Gently caressing my skin,
Enveloping my soul.
I hear you in the quiet solitude of the night,
Softly whispering my name,
Stirring me from slumber.
For now,
I’ll be lost for awhile.
Always
Always
Thinking of you.
--Randal D. Anderson
June 15, 2015
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