The wind,
In your eyes,
That night.
That was the first time I saw true passion in a person.
The first time I thought about what it means to laugh while swimming upstream.
Nobody forgets moments like that.
Your eyes seared
forever in
mine.
Gently scattered cares
floated away to find another soul
And I stood bare holding a flame
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 4:29 PM UTC
The wind,
In your eyes,
That night.
That was the first time I saw true passion in a person.
The first time I thought about what it means to laugh while swimming upstream.
Nobody forgets moments like that.
Your eyes seared
forever in
mine.
Gently scattered cares
floated away to find another soul
And I stood bare holding a flame
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