A love poem in A minor
Would you help me take off this pack?
I know that the weight is so great that the backpack is pulling apart at the seams
But perhaps with the two of us it will move easier off my back.
Would you set it gently upon the mossy earth and sit beside me for a while in this forest?
And watch with me for the sunrise?
And when the sun crests the horizon, peeking golden between the trees
Will you help me lift it
And set it again upon my shoulders?
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