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I have walked in the mountains alone
hoping to rediscover the solitude in my heart I seek another reason to remain here by your side alone, where only my echo brings back your voice hoping to rediscover the solitude in my heart the quiet call of the birds and a crisp bubbly stream remind me of the lost innocent beauty of our love when we were younger, carefree, and so alive I seek another reason to remain here by your side for I find your presence in the bolders covered in moss remaining for centuries longer than I my love can endure even after we have both dwindled to our children's memories alone, where only my echo brings back your voice I find also my tears, sweet mysterious couplets of pain and loneliness, abandoned to searching your face in the clouds and hoping the mountain breezes will not be too swift at two thousand meters 12 december, 2006 [2006.12.12…a] Written in the Lilibonelle form for the Writer's Cramp
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