15 May 2012

I take your hand,

And lead you there,

Atop many a golden stair,

I touch your wrist,

And find the path twist,

Over mountain-tops bare,

I push you gently,

To a cave we take entry,

Upwards we climb the air,

I steal a kiss,

And we make a wish,

As we fly on a winged mare.

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