Haze of blue.
I'll walk with you.
Sky so vast,
Love comes to last.
Ivies on the grave,
I shall lie next to you.
Children won't catch us.
Past shall lie with us too.
Birds sing songs,
to the place we both knew.
Whispered my last word.
And I shall be home with you.
_________dedicated to those who love to last__________
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