Lane Taylor
Jan 31, 2021

This one too.

'Imagine how the air was shaped by the dead wing among fallen needles & leaves. All referents of life, all of a breeze.'

Sweetly sad somehow yet, comforting. Strange. This poem will certainly reach and touch people.

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