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The Path On the path into the forest In the lake of my desire With the touching of your fingers My flesh is turned to fire You're always in the falling leaves In the tropics of my mind We touched for one small moment Your beauty left me blind In the twilight you returned to me You gently stroked my cheek You lay with me and whispered On a rock besides the creek You are ever in the sunset You float gently in the wind You will ever be my lover You will always be my friend And what is life but elements And what are you but dreams My dear sweet child of nature You speak to me in streams © Paul Viel 2000 |