You still touch my life in the most unexpected of ways,
like the Northern lights, that one summer day.
I don't look for you
and yet you appear in the edge of a book,
the lift of a wing,
and I smile and hope all is well.
like the Northern lights, that one summer day.
I don't look for you
and yet you appear in the edge of a book,
the lift of a wing,
and I smile and hope all is well.
I love the way your writing is so relatable. You somehow make emotions very tangible - which I personally find very tough to do.
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