shame
like a flower
blush
bleed the rain
silence
hums the snow
thrust
against complacent waves
dusk
winter grows tired
morning
falls like silk
tired
rest now still
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This is so beautiful and solemn. Everything about it, it draws you in… The rhythm and wordplay especially. You have such a unique style, my friend. ❤️❤️
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thank you so much dear Lucy. xoxo
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Love the “silence / hums the snow” Great work!
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thank you friend stay safe x
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Beautiful blog
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Great read. Love it.
‘dusk
winter grows tired’
Ah lovely.
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thank you friend xo
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Welcome 🙂
xoxo
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Beautiful. And complex in its apparent simplicity.
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thank you friend 🙂
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Brilliant rythme and context. I really liked reading it.
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