we are as sapling trees,
whose branches touch, but do
not yet meet, deciding
whether to twine our flow’rs.
the wind that makes me rush,
echoes through you, I know.
darling, grow, for I see
the sun shine in your eyes.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
we are as sapling trees,
whose branches touch, but do
not yet meet, deciding
whether to twine our flow’rs.
the wind that makes me rush,
echoes through you, I know.
darling, grow, for I see
the sun shine in your eyes.
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