The cackling of the birds
the sound of the church bell
the whoosh of the lightly blowing wind
the drop of the drizzle like snow
the faint laughter coming from across the road
while I am sitting here
watching through an old tainted window
sipping on a cup of hot tea
a faint smile appears on my face
and that is when my dream breaks.
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You smile, and you still dare to dream even if it breaks, you are a wonderful and strong person, and I admire you “)
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Thank You so much for your beautiful comment..
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Reblogged this on 20 Lines A Day.
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