Jul 19
Becomes a bagful of thoughts,
I go to a quiet and serene place,
Like a beach,
Or a cliff with the waves crashing against the rocks,
And declutter them.
19/7/2024
I go to a quiet and serene place,
Like a beach,
Or a cliff with the waves crashing against the rocks,
And declutter them.
19/7/2024
(72/F/Tanzania)
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