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May 17
It was one of those nights,
that you can't quite wrap your head around.
there are no words, that could really describe
the atmosphere inside the room.
Looking around, it was like pure magic.

Reminding me of a cold winter day,
where you just don't leave the house.
Like sipping a hot cup of tea, while
sitting on the couch, all wrapped up in a blanket
and watching the snow falling outside.

It was like a late summer day,
when the leaves on the trees are turning
orange and yellow already and starting to fall off,
while the last summer breeze is brushing
over your skin while you're on a long walk.

It was like meeting an old friend
you used to be close to years ago
but somehow you two got out of touch
Like being pulled into a warm and
seemingly endless hug by them.
Written by
Laura  F
     Fawn and BR Dragos
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