Spring is poetry poured into nature.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHe was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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Summer was soaked with you.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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Lets breath magic into each other.
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
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