On this frosty morning
the dew-jewelled shimmering grass
calls me to immortalise my naked footprints
on its sparkling green carpet.
The mural needs to be perfect,
it says!
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
On this frosty morning
the dew-jewelled shimmering grass
calls me to immortalise my naked footprints
on its sparkling green carpet.
The mural needs to be perfect,
it says!
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