Perhaps because there
is a tale to tell
about thoughts I chased.
One after another,
and after one that's crushed,
lost and gone
to wind.
Perhaps to breathe,
to laugh, and to cry
Or perhaps to be found.
May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 11:12 AM UTC
Perhaps because there
is a tale to tell
about thoughts I chased.
One after another,
and after one that's crushed,
lost and gone
to wind.
Perhaps to breathe,
to laugh, and to cry
Or perhaps to be found.
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