Clouds that go dark,
Wind that blows cold,
Peckers pecking against bark and
All the memories that we hold.
Space between our hands,
As true as a truth never told.
Through silence,
We have a magical tale unfold.
The hopes that clouds stay forever and wind keeps blowing,
Wind that blows cold,
Peckers pecking against bark and
All the memories that we hold.
Space between our hands,
As true as a truth never told.
Through silence,
We have a magical tale unfold.
The hopes that clouds stay forever and wind keeps blowing,
That we stay eternal and our love keeps blooming.
It is indeed magical :D nice one!
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