Across a Mountain range I'm Moved
I cry for someone else in love.
I feel fear and disappointment and am moved.
I see future glimmer and I hope.
I touch opportunity's fissure and I shiver.
I love for not need or want,
but in hoping for another.
Maybe this is turning over.
Leaves fall from the tree out side
although it's the beginning of summer,
I feel the season changing.
-Matthew Koutzun
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