go write a song, a story or poem
after rain, after storm or after life
for tears that we cannot hold back
for years that we paint with dark
lay here, honey
maybe you think too much
feel the hiss of soft air
through the window in your eyes
it’s not about something you write
but what you see, you think, you do
that embedded to your soul
Novia, 2015
Yes!
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it’s great
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thank you
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Love this
god job sis
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Thank you dear 🙂
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