maybe you'll never notice.
because you are fireworks and
i am pale skies and you are trumpets
and claxons while i am a single harp string
and i have shy eyes and quiet
hands and where you are the chorus and
the thunder of waves, i am only a breeze
ruffling the grass, in the faint and milky dawn
but
i love you more than you know.
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i hope something here will make you smile.
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