Seasons We’re Bound to Feel

So let us run into the night
Hold my hand we’ll be alright,
The snow is higher than my knees
The wind blows tough on leafless trees,
We laugh and fall and jump and scream
Could this have been my endless dream?
The stars gaze down at our town
While we’re rolling on the ground,
We dance, we dive, we flip and fly
Then lay breathless puzzled by the sky
Our hearts beat faster than before
Yet we’re not children anymore,
Oh what joy it is to feel
I smile at you and know it’s real.

August 29, 2010
12:06am

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Author: © Алёна Комарова (Alëna S.)

Stories grow old and maybe they're true. You have a story as well as I do. Some may be simple and some may change lives. So why don't you look and see what you'll find. These are the stories inside my mind. Which may be realities of beauty and time. Some maybe stories of other lives. Mysteries painted, not all disguised. Please rate and enjoy my own little blog. Keep your dreams alive and don't forget to look. Honesty's good but don't be too hard of a critic. Say what you'd like 'cause I sure would love to hear it! E S T A B L I S H E D • 2 0 0 9

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