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Shine Upon Me

Shine Upon Me

Let the sun beams, touch my face, touch my hands, my heart, let me see the new born fawn

Shine upon me, as I take in each breath, let me know the day, and let me know the morning

For I have driven many a horse, where we both drank from the rivers flow

I look for you in every forest, your birth to the deer, your warmth to their bed

It feels, it touches, and it gives strength, though we may thirst, we may drink

And know that your gift, is of life, is of energy, and a new planted seed shall grow

While you shine down, the earth thanks mother nature, and the horizon whispers

In a soft tone, that is where we dance in the rain, and then you reappear to greet us

In the yellow of the daisies, in the fields of love, I shall take you in my deepest thoughts

And we shall love these valleys, and we shall shine in each others eyes, a true native

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Tony Taylor

Hey Nancy!!......gorgeous sunshine and light beaming through this write........I love the softness and the sweet movement here........lovely my friend..........just lovely............smiles.........T xx

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Nancy Mcgowin

Hey Tony, thanks for your heartfelt words, appreciate it, take care.

Nancy

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