Aug 10
You were only a song I'd heard,
one that I had loved almost immediately.
Years and a thousand lakes between us, till we met again,
on the cusp of sorrow and memory,
my love.
one that I had loved almost immediately.
Years and a thousand lakes between us, till we met again,
on the cusp of sorrow and memory,
my love.
inspired by Howard's "The Other Valley"
Maybe years of pining on what could have been,
or simply being upfront about the truth of what you feel.
Maybe years of pining on what could have been,
or simply being upfront about the truth of what you feel.
(F/Voie Des Papillons)
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