A fluttering heartbeat, a sign of spring, a little warmth and a kiss on the lips.
Walks by the reservoir, looking at getting away. We're not trapped anymore, the ropes around our ankles are starting to loosen. The merry chirps we now sing bring us hope and impatience to fly, to move and swoon about like no one cares. We're basking in the fresh air, the lovely sunshine and the puddles of yesterday. We're not chained down or kept apart any longer, or so we think.
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