The Meaning Of Life MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   The Meaning of Life

For hours I looked through her eyes to her soul,
while our boat cut through the water.
Beautiful silence, in all its bliss.
She began to speak, destroying our perfect moment.
I told her to shut up, or I'd kiss her.
She spoke.

by J. W., New City, NY




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