He could be watching the seagulls at his feet
But closer-
***
Life is delicate.
Like a flower,
Buried in the sand
***
Pure, quiet, country air
Grayscale hills as far as one could see
***
They were one.
-but
day breaks, and only the sheets are left to dance the dance of love
***
They were one.
-but
day breaks, and only the sheets are left to dance the dance of love
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