Walk with me on a mountain path,
Do not hold my hand;
For its touch is just the physical,
And the physical is but fleeting.
Sit with me and sense the view,
No, do not hold me;
Know the warmth of the sun,
The vastness of the moment and the sky.
Breathe deeply and feel the air;
No kiss is needed;
Share my silence and my thoughts,
They are but the whispers of the wind.
Drift into my eyes,
See my soul, it's yours;
Join me in spirit, meet me in thought,
Touches more lasting then a kiss.
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