Gliding through the sky or hiding above the clouds Each time you pass by the river starts to glitter with your honey-colored glare © Pancake Bunnykins Source: Mundane Monday Challenge #26
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Him
Sunday morning I wake up with kisses from behind. The warmth of his breath on my cheek gives me the feeling of certainty from the obscure day ahead. He is love. He is the ghost …
