It’s still my favorite January.
The typical grey, cold nothingness
hovered until the magic happened.
You made the sun shine and flowers
bloom — like only you could. Albeit
fleeting, I’d do it all again. With you.
It’s still my favorite January.
The typical grey, cold nothingness
hovered until the magic happened.
You made the sun shine and flowers
bloom — like only you could. Albeit
fleeting, I’d do it all again. With you.
