A Hundred Years
spring,
lifts
summer,
drifts
autumn,
falls
winter,
calls
and
then,
darkness,
steers
falling,
tears
heart,
beats
on,
holding
on,
until
lips,
meet
Beauty,
sleeps
and,
spring,
lifts,
again.
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A/N: My entry for a 'Fairy Tales' themed creativity contest. Guess the fairy tale? XD
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