Wednesday, 8 February 2012

The beginning

When the sun is about to sink, and I am about to give up. You steal me from the world, hold my hand, and walk me through. The warmth of your hand relieves my ice-cold fingers when they are entwined in yours.
And we walk towards the horizon, for a fresh start.

 A new beginning.


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