Life is short
If we looked at last week
And counted the days
It would've been a few hours
For Sam these weeks were pretty long
She now spends much of her time in that small library
With brown walls and desks
Flipping papers who've been touched by many fingers
Reading about feelings
seeking for a solution or a path
But her favorite spot is a very special section
Where the light of the sun hits the books shelves making its story shin with wonder
As if it's the source of the light, not the sun
She finds it very pleasing to read there, in this cold
After all, we are at the beginning of February
And the sunlight hits her shoulder makes her feel the warmth of the long distanced sun
It makes her happy to be there every week.
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YOU ARE READING
Her Roads
RandomDear Sam In these papers that are filled with words and stories who made you today You will find letters to read Actions to learn And that love you need And If I could hug yesterday I'd have done that by the passion I gave Through writing this...
