As I walk along side her, never do we touch hands
and it is evening now
never do we sing a love song,
even though I unknowingly want to,
secretly she is in my thoughts.
She wants a home while I want everything
her smile, the sound of her voice…
Maybe if we weren’t predisposed as the evening sky
we could find a hymn to hum.
COCOYEA 
Soft and sweet but still sways with a walking rhythm.
Thanks Paul.
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open your mouth and have faith that the words will come out right. nice piece.
Thanks.
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oh there is nothing so lovely as the evening sky, walking w/one you love…and singing together is beautiful…don’t you think… i cannot help but to smile…
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