Strolling through the pine
Rustic hair unfurled
Footsteps swindles.
Smile, paint the lament sky.
Fractional entity of the canvass
Look back and wonder, may even ponder, about the
Uncannily silent universe .
Often, crickets break the silence
to say,
She lost her way
To be away
Sway
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
Strolling through the pine
Rustic hair unfurled
Footsteps swindles.
Smile, paint the lament sky.
Fractional entity of the canvass
Look back and wonder, may even ponder, about the
Uncannily silent universe .
Often, crickets break the silence
to say,
She lost her way
To be away
Sway
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