Like a mist on
the ocean
As the sun comes
out
warms the waters
it vanishes
So like our baby
great our sorrow.
heather burns
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What a comparison! ! Yes, everything is great in this relationship..
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Intangible indeed! I mean... it's a simile. The baby's like mist.