What will be,
Mustn't change.
What we'll see,
Mustn't blind.
What we'll say,
Mustn't mute.
What will fly,
Mustn't fall.
What will dance,
Mustn't trip.
What we'll dream,
Mustn't fade.
-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
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