Author: Trista Moss
A place we go to let us know that our love is always true and that we will never be blue. A memory on the edge of time A place where we are so sublime, A distant dream on a midnights eve somewhere far from acknowledged leaves. A time in which we fell deeper in love just like to turtle doves. We sang our songs and gave our token to remember one single moment.
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