A collection of thoughts bundled together into a beautiful mess.
Faythe
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The way we see.
She danced with the night
And let the day kiss her.
She stood bare foot in the grass
And let the wind hold her.
She sang, and laughed, and loved,
She breathed life into death
And forgot her name.
Each day her restless eyes search the night
And each night she yearns for the day.
Time has forgotten its purpose
Love has forgotten its motive
And life, well, life just continues
Doesn't it?
