thunder, thunder
rolling in the distance
a symphony of crashes
growing closer with every sound.
it rumbles and gently roars
soothing to the mind and soul
a personal lullaby
that lulls one to the dream world.
a calming caress
that brings upon a sense of peace.
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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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- shh;
- it's over again;
- start again;
- hanging from the ceiling;
- secrets and dreams;
- buzz, buzz, buzz;
- so long ago;
- asleep and sucking her thumb;
- so much;
- daydreaming it away;
- butterfly;
- it is time to wake up;
- the music calms and soothes;
- dear me;
- it's done, it's over;
- thunder, thunder;
- old, wrinkled, and wise
- silly little girl
- scared, no, terrified;
- so clumsy and lanky;
- secret memory;
- trying to find that perfect escape;
- alice, alice...;
- morning;
- the time draws nearer;
- the summer is dying;
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♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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