My outstretched hand...When will it feel your comforting
touch
When will yours rest gently there
Your bare feet, lightly dusted in the fine sand
left gentle footprints
from where you once stood
And as I wait
with outstretched hand
yours does not rest softly there
But seeing my empty palm
You look up
And I am encircled by your arms
No warmer place have I ever known
Remember, I love you...
wherever you are...
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