as time goes by
I sit and rememize
me. and ytou
that forrhal kiss
it felt as I
stepping up to this stone
it took me up
where were alone
taller than
a twisted rose
tiped then up
upon my toes
our noses touched
we wiggled atop
a stepping stones path
which never stopped
sunshine bursts
and cripples snow
these stepping stones
with age stills grow
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