When the frost Is in my heart And not out there, When there are snowlakes everywhere, I start to doubt That the melody Coming from my veins, Will echo Through the chambers Of my body, Rekindelling a certain spark, That was once lost. So what if I'm not as young as before? So what if I'm growing older? There's beauty in that, as well.
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Maya Or Tzur
Hey-O!
Just a 27 y.o woman writing 'nd stuff. Articles, poems, prose.
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