
When I slowly open my eyes and my sight meets yours. And your hair gracefully floating through the air like a hundret tiny dandelions. Reflecting the suns warming shimmer. Dispersing it into almost surreal circles of colorful grace. Thats when I am at rest. Thats when I am at home. via /r/Poetry http://ift.tt/2rQ1T7P
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