The finer things in life is a leaf blowing along the wind.
whirling around so softly in peace, the sun beam bouncing off the snow tip mountains. And I say to myself live with the mightest of hope that a melody will melt our sweet nothingness.
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Author:
Jason Humber (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Friendship
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