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.
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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