A blank page waiting for the first thought to land on my shores,
A splendid fall to claim as my own.
A permanent mark on the billowing scroll of time,
A start to the book of days.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC
A blank page waiting for the first thought to land on my shores,
A splendid fall to claim as my own.
A permanent mark on the billowing scroll of time,
A start to the book of days.
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