Beneath my grey boots the
reflection in the ripples
Conveyed a image of a familiar
Turmoil and saddening.
With the landscape implausible
And the fate unenviable
it beckoned with its wittering wail the
empty promise of a better life.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
Beneath my grey boots the
reflection in the ripples
Conveyed a image of a familiar
Turmoil and saddening.
With the landscape implausible
And the fate unenviable
it beckoned with its wittering wail the
empty promise of a better life.
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