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So Many
Things
So many things
Are beyond our
Simple understanding,
The magic is
For those who can
Accept the gifts
And surrender to
The love, the peace,
That surrounds us
Where we stand,
When you think of me
I feel you through
The barriers our
Eyes tell us
That
are there,
Closer than lovers
Caressing naked skin,
Pressing, trying to fit
Inside each other.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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