Upon my sweetest thoughts, I think of you; a firefly on a humid September evening. Rocks, tracks, stumbles, are only fleeting, and we rather dream, to roam, to soar… Hours glimpse but not a sound. My purest realisation is you - and you are all. Today is longer than the rest, but know, today, you are my whole.
Friday 25 March 2011
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I love this <3
ReplyDeleteyour writing is as beautiful as you are
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:) You are the sweetest!
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