by Marisia Hill

The cold breeze of winter hits my cheek
And there you are kissing me

In the fall, when leaves fall down on me
You are near

In the spring, when rain sprinkles across my arm
You are watching, and protecting me

I am thinking of you, and I show it by praying for you
Like I am right now

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Poem Copyright 2008 by Marisia Hill


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