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What couldn't be.. #TributeInInk
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On the window glass,
flowers grew from ice,
writing your words,
I didn't know for who they were.
These were too smart for me,
somehow I could touch their meaning,
becoming a sword to destroy the window,
it was to late for us.
With things I knew and saw,
it's hard to believe that I shared them,
when I knew that it will go to nothing,
won't be a good result,
I was so naive.
© BlairAmy
On the window glass,
flowers grew from ice,
writing your words,
I didn't know for who they were.
These were too smart for me,
somehow I could touch their meaning,
becoming a sword to destroy the window,
it was to late for us.
With things I knew and saw,
it's hard to believe that I shared them,
when I knew that it will go to nothing,
won't be a good result,
I was so naive.
© BlairAmy
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