Missing Love
I miss your smell of flowers
I miss your voice like soothing wind chimes
I miss you hands like soft clouds floating in the sky
But I know that living means progressing
And I want to live. i want to progress
And you, Hun, I want you to be the progressing eagle
Go, be the progressing eagle
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