Tumbling grains
The rushing of wind
through the trees
Our candles burn
so fiercely
but all too fast
We hold each other tight
but I feel the
tug
of my petals
being plucked
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
Tumbling grains
The rushing of wind
through the trees
Our candles burn
so fiercely
but all too fast
We hold each other tight
but I feel the
tug
of my petals
being plucked
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