Sep 2017
she was gentle
refreshing
her presence was felt
but in the blink of an eye
she could vanish
with the wild wind in her hair
and in the absence
of her free spirit
all was eerily still
- p. winter
refreshing
her presence was felt
but in the blink of an eye
she could vanish
with the wild wind in her hair
and in the absence
of her free spirit
all was eerily still
- p. winter
Written by
Penelope Winter
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