Like so many words
And so many things
It comes and goes
And passes like the breeze
But the memory remains
Like a haze
On a hot summer day
With you looking at me
One hand blocking the Sun
Wondering ho long it can last
Hoping it never ends
And living
Just to live
Written 6/2/2001
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