Thousand Summers
Originally posted on Under Your Wings:
Within me live a thousand unlived summers– warm, idyllicwistful, wild and free Seagulls cry and waves collidetanned legs swing, side by sideand dandelion blows freely through the…
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Originally posted on Blossoming of the Flower:
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Swallow Each Drop (audio)
Amazing written and verbal poetry shared.
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Originally posted on The Lexicon:
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