She loved her more than anything. More than the way the stars and the moon and the sky contrasted against the empty darkness. More than the way she loved how the flowers promised to bloom every spring. More than the smell of turning the crispy pages of an old book casted away on the dusty shelf. More than the warmth of the sunshine on her skin.
She cradled the life in her arms and felt the little pulse of heartbeats that gave her new meaning- a new understanding of how the things that she loved before would never compare to the world she held in her arms.
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoetryOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.
