come back
from the journey
where scarecrow’s
watch your steps
cross into the
dreams of strangers,
scattering birds
to the corner
of winds
while stirring the
spirit and soul,
releasing
blended confessions
and half pressed
prayers,
as we step over
the smoke
from fires
resembling our
likeness
- Author: shadow424 ( Offline)
- Published: July 25th, 2021 21:55
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 33
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