"For you, a thousand times over."
Then I turned and ran.
It was only a smile, nothing more.
It didn't make everything all right.
It didn't make anything all right.
Only a smile. A tiny thing.
A leaf in the woods,
shaking in the wake of a startled bird's fight.
But, I'll take it. With open arms.
Because when spring comes,
it melts the snow one flake at a time,
and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting . |
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