Somedays ,
I stand astonished.
The stars come and go,
rising quietly in the sky night after night.
It matters not to them
that I am here,
that I exist.
What of these quiet things?
the things that no one ever knows?
The words in the deep deep places of our hearts?
What of them?
When tomorrow has started?
You always told me,
that you wanted to write love on my arms,
that's what you said.
Reading
Moments of peace for a womans heart
Eating
Toast
Drinking
Chai tea
Weather
freezing once more
Mood
Thoughtful
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Pretty misty stars