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“Lovers” by Jarek Puczel 


Tiny specks of light make their way into my bedroom floor.
The sun beaming with the promise of yesterday and today. 

The melodic rhythm of his breathing gently waking me up. 

A surge of a smile meets my gaze and somehow we know that 

there is nowhere in the world that we would rather be. 

He kisses my forehead and whispers: 

“No matter what happens… 

  I promise that we will get through this life with laughter.” 

Somehow we always do.

Written by: Griselle Preston 

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