One year

Vortex of luminous daisies in circles with muscular fairies and 365 push-ups, we need to do this, we need to accomplish this, we look up to the beautiful and soothing Cross of Hope, we hold each other’s hands and step into a soft sphere for two, with one window towards the horizon, with one window inclined to say yes we can, smiles on our chests and tiny mirrors on our faces, we look into each other, deeper and arching over one year long of well tempered sentiment of love well kept inside a piano forte and laughter inside a guitar, Be my echo, I’ll be your valley, my river you are, carrying tears and ears, we reach out to each other and build a bridge of sense over a precipice of non-sense, one year of love, two wings and a dove.

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