mountain blue
Laying here in the valley floorlooking up apon the heavens above.
feeling the mist in the air.
The differnt sounds all around.
I close my eyes and I see you there.
Digging away in your flower beds.
Talking about the good old days.
As I open my eyes I feel the tears starting to come
thinking about all the times I didnt stop by.
Wishing I could stop the hands of time.
My mountain Blue
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