katrientjielove
2 years ago1,000+ Views
the past is always one second away from the present as you are drifting away from me one second at a time your laughter once filled every corner of my sunshine though it suddenly turned to rain your soft penetrating gaze embodied my shy glances and muddled emotions still awakened by the thought of your gentle touch your hands guided me toward my now broken sense of stability the sense that I was not floating nowhere alone however clouds are meant to drift apart and shower flowers with the grace of abundance their pain though seemingly in vain carries sunshine in their dissolving pockets as they seek growth and courage painting every tree and petal with teardrops
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