When you talk about Her of the past. Her of the present. Her of the future.
When you talk about her as a metaphor, as a shadow, as a ray of light.
She will come, I hope. In ways you would not imagine.
Through the sunny cornfields or through the undisturbed sea.
She will come.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
When you talk about Her of the past. Her of the present. Her of the future.
When you talk about her as a metaphor, as a shadow, as a ray of light.
She will come, I hope. In ways you would not imagine.
Through the sunny cornfields or through the undisturbed sea.
She will come.
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