The other side

So please, God, will you send me back? 
Send me back and turn me into the breeze so I may weave through his hair where my fingers used to be, turn me into the trees that shades him and helps him breathes.
Give me wings so I can watch over him, keep me close like I promised I would, but couldn't be.

I found my heaven on Earth.

Moi.R.D

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