Your distant soul will survive.
Rustled leaves will fall.
The strong wind will whisk away your damaged heart.
As my wonderful tree lay to the earth,with white glistening snow.
Winter birds will sound to a glorious morn.
The sun shines, melting the white snow.
My lovely trees blow away the sorrow in his beating chest.
Spring is soon to follow awakening a new breath
Yes, Darling Blossom a Fresh New Feeling
Alive Again,never skipping a Beat
you are so wonderful
when you are me and I am you.
C.by Contessa
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