you were so very pretty
the first time i saw you
it was spring
and you were a dream
soft and longing
every smile
blossomed with fragile hope
then the chill in the air gave way to
warm summer breezes in june
and you became more real
no longer shifting in and out of existence
more solid
more beautiful
i wanted to plant flowers
along the paths you took
so you could only walk on
a lovely road from now on
when june turns to july
and july melts into august
when the leaves fall in september
i'll still want to clear a way for you
you won't be a dream anymore
you won't be a hazy existence
with every step you take
you'll leave your footsteps
singing in the autumn leaves
it will be less painful, then
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you've been running for a long time, now there's only a bit left to go, you will hang on for a while more right? ah i can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel, you'll see it soon too i promise
