We silently intertwined our hands,
You from the south,
I'm from the north.
It's summer when we meet.
Were dasies sways with the wind.
You are me.
And I am you.
But, when winter came
You left like a blizzard.
All is left is nothingness.
Colors fade and turn to white.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
We silently intertwined our hands,
You from the south,
I'm from the north.
It's summer when we meet.
Were dasies sways with the wind.
You are me.
And I am you.
But, when winter came
You left like a blizzard.
All is left is nothingness.
Colors fade and turn to white.
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