Dec 2018
Welcome Winter—
The wind spoke,
And she didn’t know
She could, until
Gusting forth for miles
To send this message
In a softly spoken tone.
One shivers at the thought
Of her voice.
The wind spoke,
And she didn’t know
She could, until
Gusting forth for miles
To send this message
In a softly spoken tone.
One shivers at the thought
Of her voice.
(40/F/A Dream)
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