The sweet crush of grass
Coupled with
The crunch of autumn leaves
And snow beneath my boots
My ears crave Earth
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
The sweet crush of grass
Coupled with
The crunch of autumn leaves
And snow beneath my boots
My ears crave Earth
Sometimes, I yearn for the soft greens of spring, but there’s also the harsh yellows of summer, and the bursting red of autumn, and the subtle, bright whites of Winter. It turns out, I just miss being close to Earth.
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