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His cold hands were fire as they held her hand in his, and with it three words were spoken that thawed her frost within – but now that her ice was broken and warmth was seeping in, she felt this strange hoping that maybe spring would now begin.

Your song lifts up the dreary hearts of those that wander past your forest stream. You can knit the two that had been split apart with only a whisper and a small dream. Your eyes are like crystals that glisten in sunlight like pearly jewels, like a blazing fire, moments ago kindle, set aflame by the work of a heated tool. Yet, as the days go on, my heart breaks - breaks like the earth during shaken days. I have never wanted to leave you and this place, and to not leave, I will always pray, yet I know that I will never return to you, so I kiss your cheek and whisper good-bye and think of me when you wander through the frozen forest that tou

I packed my bags and said goodbye, got on a plane and took to the sky, and as I stared down at the ocean below I realized I had left behind all that I know in order to grab an adventure with my two small hands. It was across that sea that I met you; you, with your golden hair and eyes so blue they made the sun dull and sky gray even on the most beautiful of days, and I was stranded in the depths of their sapphire. You were my adventure, the dawn, noon, and sunset ever-after. You were the ocean, the blue in my sky that I knew could never be mine. Love played a cruel joke, and I - I was the punchline.

I requested a ticket to anywhere so that time could be measured not in years gone by but in the minutes spent watching a dawn we cannot describe in our native tongue: Vivo ut commeem. I requested a ticket to anywhere so that happiness could be measured not in words but in the number of unfamiliar stars in an unfamiliar sky. I live in order to travel. I requested a ticket to anywhere so that understanding could be measured not in letters but in a necessary game of charades at a foreign market a long way’s away: Commeo ergo vivo. I requested a ticket to anywhere so that dreams could be measured not by time spent asleep but in shared sm

She’s a true-hearted dreamer gazing across the world with eyes filled with wonder at the scenes and stories unheard, and as she sitting there watching life pass on by, you step up behind her and point her towards the sky.

You glance towards me, your face a smile as the sun shines down with a gold style that catches the light in your eyes. And in those eyes I see the blue of the sky and sapphire of the sea, the green of trees, the gray of a breeze rippling across emerald grass. In those eyes I see a crimson fire and a scarlet sunrise, the faded lilac of memories and stories faintly heard, the rose of ballads and singing song birds, and I realize: Your eyes hold every color in the world. And there is no room for my reflection.

I heard a knock on the front door, and I thought it was my soldier, coming home, but it was only a letter that didn't have a sender; just an handwritten letter left by my front door. There comes a moment in life where the glass ceiling crumbles and cracks under the weight of a summer storm, where the beauty of the world fades to black and white and gray as you stare off into the distance too numb to think and too shocked to question why. When everything boils down to a moment - when your past and your future collide with each other and obliterate the present, when the things you had taken for granted Disappear. and you're just left with an