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You held my hand

 

I look to the falling rain,

Watching as it tumbles without any rhythm,

Each drop lands where it may,

Each exploding on the ground with passion,

 

I look to the sun that is high above,

Touching everything it can with light,

Peering through the broken clouds,

Giving warmth to everything in its sight,

 

I feel the coolness of the spirited breeze,

Traveling in concordance with the streams of the air,

Giving breath it does send a message,

Even though it cannot be seen it is always there,

 

You are the salts of the water

You are the minerals of the land,

You have been everything I ever wanted in life,

You have honored me with your hand.

 

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