Today I thought of
Fleeting beauty
Which is not with ease perceived.
I thought of tears
And gusts of wind
And glass wings you can barely see.
The first glance when you're falling fast,
and everything just seems a dream.
What's wrong with being
Hard to find
When they can't trap a passing breeze?
Fleeting beauty
Which is not with ease perceived.
I thought of tears
And gusts of wind
And glass wings you can barely see.
The first glance when you're falling fast,
and everything just seems a dream.
What's wrong with being
Hard to find
When they can't trap a passing breeze?
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