Thursday


And I know the end is near. 

Close to me, your heart beats. To be in love,
to fully give yourself to the one who holds your
Secrets and to the one who has seen your soul naked.
Hold my love close before the wind comes by and sweeps
Us away. Hold my hand until the earth beneath us touches
And the skies turn a beautiful kind of grey. Birds sing
And birds hum, they hold the sound for us.

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