But then I thought about it, the sun dies every night for the moon to live, it doesn't matter if they won't meet, it doesn't matter because their bond is so strong all they wanted was for the other to shine, and then I thought again because I always seem to forget that,
this, this must be love and it hits me with an ache and the wish for it to be mine
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
