m e t a m o r p h o s i s

"Blue eyes for distant Stars
Honey eyes for Sunlight,
We are the crashing of waves on sand
Tree branches reaching for the bright sky
We are where you end and I start;

We were made to belong."

This is a chapter in a book I am putting together.
And this chapter is for him.

Note that these events happened before HER, therefore my writing was at its raw and simple beginning. Please, be gentle when reading it.

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