Me and You

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Climb Me like Yosemite
Kisses parachute your waterfall
Dreaming with the enemy
One eye waiting for your call

Bouncing on a bed of balls
Buckie looks askance, he cannot see
We are inventing new puzzles
Bored by the bristlecone, a pine tree?

Before the past there was a riddle
Could love survive? Me.
Eighty years we get to haggle
Strangled by our bona fide

Free climbing god’s great wall
Some make it sport and suffer greatly
Prayers let go their grip and fall
Lost to the same lightness set You free

 

 

 

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