The snow is melting. Spring is near. My cold and blackened heart shows a small bleep of beating.
A glance, a smile, a meeting.
Handsome, strong, kind, caring and honest.
Parallel lives-so much the same.
Dare I risk falling in the mud?
I must be dreaming.
Shhhh….Please don’t wake me.
by Just Dawn
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