It was this then, that in time
comes and goes
Like in moving air where it may
traveling through the mornings
finding winter then sunshine in
the dark cold left right of quiet
And when you turn your head
it's there, living in walls and seconds
in love with the everything about us
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It's that solemn pout that always gets me.
I'm already worn out this year
yes it lives everywhere within and around..
take care and get going again
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