her eyebrows white
like a season of snow
melting in her eyes
when she smiles
her dimples tell
of hearing the wind
come over the mountains
she is so soft
like a cloud
floating on high
oh to drink
her melted snow
as she closes her eyes
and we ride the wind
carrying us far
on her cloud
over the mountains
that ascend so tall
separating us
now
Being Present for the Moment
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In Kate's World
Leonard Durso 
Len,
I can feel her through your words !
Thank you, Michael. I’m glad you can.
This is beautiful!
Thank you.
You are very welcome.
I love the feeling of the wind coming over the mountains.
Thanks. Want to ride with that wind.