It was out of the blue. It was just a simple photo. It was just an ordinary moment. To you, it meant nothing. To you, it was just another picture with someone. To me, it was worth a thousand words. To me, it meant something. Because for once, even in just something trivial, I got the chance to be with you; and it's enough for me.
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Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
PoetryThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
