life, love

The Northern Foreigner

There’s a way, and you see it in the corner

Of your eyes, staring at the Northern foreigner

She has a glint that you could long before see

Before you even knew she could be, so very free

There’s a way, and you suspect it

Like coins in your pocket, you collect it

The future you see, is clear and sharp

Pumping back and forth, recycled by your heart

And if you ever feel a bit unsure

She takes your hand, and smiles quite pure

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