By Marsha A. Johnson
Together We Walk Hand In Hand, Pattern Of Thought Like Hour Glass Sand. Tears, Laughter, Sadness, Smiles, All Abound Across The Miles. Minute, Hour, Month, Year, Communication Keeps Us Near. I Laugh, I Cry, I Whisper, I Sigh, You Say No Worries, Keep Your Head High. I Know I Must Trust, Until Proven Otherwise, The Distance,The Miles, Weigh Heavily, I Sigh. I Wonder, Is This Magic, I Wonder, Is It Real,This Is My Daily Prayer, To Thy Father, As I Kneel. One More Challenge, Or Maybe Two, As The Bond Continues Between Me And You.
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