Dec 2020
Allow your troubles to
fall off your shoulders
You are the sky
Watching the snow
The sound of confusion
It will ring no more
Dampened by
the softness
and grace
of it all.
fall off your shoulders
You are the sky
Watching the snow
The sound of confusion
It will ring no more
Dampened by
the softness
and grace
of it all.
(38/M/NY)
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