Holding my breath last one I’ve got left
till I see you
Living my heart till the very last day
till I see you
Holding my heart in your hands
till I see you
Every last day carries the weight
till I see you
Each day is one step closer to you
till I see you
Inches way from you darling
Holding my breath till I see you
Tell Me About It 
Is it only in the wee hours of the morning that we are able to find moments of quiet to reach out and search for the art others produce in hopes our grief filled hearts will be soothed, if only for a few moments. I love this, and especially with the rain.
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It needed the rain, definitely beautiful!
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Beautiful picture!! adding the rain is fantastic…remind me..the place where I live.
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Very lovely 🙂
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I like it a lot 🙂
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They’re always changing it.
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I have half saying follow and the other half the oppisite even though I’m following all 😁
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Yes.
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Things to calm her rage like pictures of cherubs and still water.
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gorgeous 🙂
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lol haha 🙂 😀
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Beautiful poem, Micki !
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