I step outdoors to feel your kiss,
descending from the sky;
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Your touch, in form of Heaven's mist,
A bridge from you to I;
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Gentle drops of water fall,
Tender is your touch;
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I join with ducks and heron now,
to know we are loved much;
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Before the day swirls carry me,
Before the problems mount,
Before I head down my own ways,
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I stand beneath your fount!
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blessings,
Rob Smith
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