this one for some reason called to me out of all of them. it reminds me of the comfiness i think of when i think of u. here's one to counter:
When the frost begins and shadows threaten, When agony dominates and seeds wither, When splinters come from glassy veins, When plague arrives and birdsongs die, When chattering teeth are a lullaby, There is a bud waiting to bloom, It grows with a smile reflecting the moon. The blanket grows heavy, a sigh of relief. The warmth overpowers, light, fighting, sleep. A wave of tranquility washes ashore Relieving the grains of the turbulence before.
hope you like :\ ur the first person to see that one. --Anjalee
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When the frost begins
and shadows threaten,
When agony dominates
and seeds wither,
When splinters come
from glassy veins,
When plague arrives
and birdsongs die,
When chattering teeth
are a lullaby,
There is a bud
waiting to bloom,
It grows with a smile
reflecting the moon.
The blanket grows heavy,
a sigh of relief.
The warmth overpowers,
light, fighting, sleep.
A wave of tranquility
washes ashore
Relieving the grains
of the turbulence before.
hope you like :\
ur the first person to see that one.
--Anjalee
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