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watching dawn through the window, my head full of the scratch of pen on paper, bringing back memories and wishes drifting through my thoughts like ash on autumn's wind. recursive writing, playing with words and time like legos. it has been miles and what seems like centuries since I saw you last.
But you are still like dragons on the winds of the morning to me
full of fire and contrary grace.

I will take your hands
whisper words to you,
of a song neither one of us really remember, watching lights down below, glittering like shattered glass. summer's daughter and winter's son.

Description
watching dawn through the window, my head full of the scratch of pen on paper, bringing back memories and wishes drifting through my thoughts like ash on autumn's wind. recursive writing, playing with words and time like legos. it has been miles and what seems like centuries since I saw you last.
But you are still like dragons on the winds of the morning to me
full of fire and contrary grace.

I will take your hands
whisper words to you,
of a song neither one of us really remember, watching lights down below, glittering like shattered glass. summer's daughter and winter's son.