The drops of mist from crashing falls
descend upon my face
and scatter in the whirling breeze
to dance in playful grace.
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC
The drops of mist from crashing falls
descend upon my face
and scatter in the whirling breeze
to dance in playful grace.
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