5 centimeters per second – the rate at which I fell in love on the first day of Spring. Slowly. Irrevocably. I found you…

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5 centimeters per second – the rate at which I fell in love on the first day of Spring. Slowly. Irrevocably. I found you…
Words can be so incredibly beautiful. When strung together, they can make you weak in the knee, make you hold your heart and let…
I have always believed that poetry is the language of the heart. The words have never failed me before, but now, often I end…
Slowly she smoothens his dusty clothes, arranging them in the wooden stand, along with tiny shoes and plastic cars, never will sparkle his electric…
I follow their whisper, treading softy, in a trance, towards a beckoning solitude. @ Dee Why Beach Wordless Wednesday More Linky – David #SnapYourWeek…
A mist of dreams always followfilling up my heart so hollowtraversing across unknown realmswhile I lay in a peaceful trancewishing upon that one lost…