Maybe that's when you're most beautiful, or maybe I'm missing something.
The way your flowers are gently pushed aside by the winds.
or the way the earth is so... so warm.
your arms seem to just welcome someone in, hugging them, making them smile.
or maybe it's the way you aren't what I expect at all.
instead of the beautiful sunset-you I think of, you're this barren, deserted, boring place.
just a place.
a piece of land that doesn't think, or breathe, or do a thing. you're useless here.
but maybe I haven't seen the true side of you yet.
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