Happy tears,
There like tiny drops off summer,
falling,
Your breath slows, and you take a moment to stop.
Breathe,
Pause.
Look around you,
its beautiful here,
and darling i know you don't see it,
Stop
Breathe
Pause
because its you,
your my summer.
So please,
keep falling.
"She doesnt know i cry for the changing times,
That just as i reread my favourite books, some small part of me hoping for a different ending, I find myself hoping against hope that the war will never come. That this time, somehow, it will leave us be."
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