Every breath is a chance to live
to rise and fall.
Every sleep, a constant death
to be reborn.
Clouds form, to quietly melt into nowhere but
once had transient, lucid shapes and form.
Our dreams were meant to be love songs… to last forever,
flying on immortal wings… to
crystalize into ever becoming.
So we cuddle that sweet little thing,
and kiss those gaping oozing things,
So we hold hands with sunshine and allow love to push away the darkness.
So we brush off every pain with the winds and allow the answer to reveal itself.
We are but souls that shelter in the dusk,
casting shadows where our tears once fell.
But look, the sky is changing colors.
But look, the horizons are opening up.
I don’t think, there is anything more beautiful, do you?
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