I see the waves
as I close my eyes,
calming me down,
whispering in the air
That the flowers that once were wilted
Are now bathing in the sun,
slowly rising again.
- The waves before your wrist.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
I see the waves
as I close my eyes,
calming me down,
whispering in the air
That the flowers that once were wilted
Are now bathing in the sun,
slowly rising again.
- The waves before your wrist.
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