Left Shawl

Framed Mirror

The tree of truth,
Blossoms of faith arched with petals,
Falling beneath,
Making the sight a wonder.
Designs and marks of the fall—
The place where I left the shawl…

 

✍️Rwrites

  • Author: Rwrites (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2024 21:17
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