she was an
empty field,
a song
played out,
a fire in
passing,
washed over
with the
continence
of a lesser
fashion,
pushing aside
the remains
of dreams and
unchartered
promises,
standing
with open hands,
a survivor of
seasons past
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Author:
shadow424 (
Offline) - Published: April 20th, 2021 06:53
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Comments3
she is an enigma...
Beautiful words 🙂
Lovely
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