Recycled

Soundtrack to my Evening

I need a silent true-way to admire.
Like you as a sunset, and I as a wildfire.
And I can let the day go…

I’ve locked up these words, in fear that I’d say them wrong.
Is it love as a mountain, or love as a simple song?
And the moment that the two meet
has now laid itself at your feet.

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