The sun falls lower past the hills.
The stars shine bright and winter wind chills,
But nothing matters in these endless fields.
Blankets of white,
snow all around.
Ice cold touch if you sit on the ground.
Standing still in serene happiness,
With a heart filled with joy,
A heart filled with bliss.
Life seems so perfect,
In this moment of time.
Life seems wonderful;
So perfect;
Divine.
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98% of teens say "I love you" and don't mean it... if you are part of the 2% that do mean it, copy this in your sig