The night before the last, we exchanged hands that once felt our own bodies.
The previous night we exchanged tongues in the dark.
Tonight we exchanged secrets and untold letters.
With every passing moon, I would sneak and thief just to stay close to your heart.
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoesiaWelcome 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
