H.E Warfield - Every Time

Every time you walk in the rain, I can feel the drops on my skin.

Every time you gaze at the stars, I dream specks of light.

Every time you grow weary of the highway, I stop and rest my eyes.

Every time the early morning frosts your skin, I wake in a shiver.

Every time you’re high above the clouds, my head gets light and giddy.

Every time you hear a busker strumming, my heart beats to his tune.

Every time your feet touch another cities soil
Every time you stare absently over another foreign balcony
Every time you taste a dish from abroad.

I taste, I smell, I see, I hear and I feel, that I will be there,
Every time.

H.E Warfield

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