Wandering along the shore under skies of lavender and rose;
wondering the whys and ifs of my life and where it will go, who knows.
Much like the tides of the ocean, ebbing and flowing day to day;
some days are up and some days are down, what more is there to say.
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Wandering through leaves that crunch and crumble as I move along;
wondering why the reds, yellows, browns and greens remind me of a song.
The changing of the seasons, a time to put some things to rest;
moving into the next and getting the chance to hope only for the best.
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Wandering down the pathway as snowflakes fall and muffle the sound;
wondering if maybe someone else feels these things and might be coming around.
Someone to sit with by the fire listening to the crackling and popping as it burns;
knowing inside that the feelings this brings are for what my heart does yearn.
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Wandering through the park under skies of brilliant blue and clouds of purest white;
wondering just how long I must wait and dreading another lonely night.
The life that I have is happy and rich and something that I wouldn't trade;
to have someone that sees all these things and can share them is what I crave.
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