Every morning, I step into the shower and watch the water carry yesterday down my skin.
But seeing you again makes me feel like I have yet to bathe for 365 days.
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
Annual Showers
Every morning, I step into the shower and watch the water carry yesterday down my skin.
But seeing you again makes me feel like I have yet to bathe for 365 days.
