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I Am Graced…

I threw my love and dreams away,
The birds came and gathered them all.
It was my biggest mistake never to call
I could not even breathe without him…
I put my wings to fly,
Look for him over the mountains,
Over the cliff where sea gulls glide.
Could it be his place to hide…
Went over the wild sea and cruel waves,
Looked for him in the cold land of graves.
At this point I had tears in my eyes,
I could no longer fly high…
I heard him calling my name,
Look for me Pimmi in the gentle warm place.
More close to you than all these places,
In your heart I am graced to live there for ages…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag