she trips down the flowered fields
laughing gaily, hair tossing in the wind
relishing the present with no worries to burden her.
a breath of fresh air fill her lungs
all the beauty in the world
being balled up onto one exchange of gases
mixed in somewhere with the oxygen.
it is a wonderful moment to pause
to replay the memories over and over again
of simple times spent outside the box
and seeing all that life can offer.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Constellations;
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- she wants to say she's sorry;
- blooming;
- it came so quick, so swift;
- there were those happy memories;
- the seas have parted;
- resisting temptation;
- laundry dance;
- i stop, i breath, i listen;
- she wishes;
- when she was young;
- i can remember;
- lost time;
- new day;
- first code;
- simple times;
- pretty little flower;
- a winding road;
- lifeless vessel;
- a broken promise;
- open door;
- one step at a time;
- the iceberg has tipped;
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♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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