The frigid breeze
scrapes across my face
As I walk amongst the trees
Early before dawn,
Too early,
to remember,
the body dancing fluidly
in summer's breeze;
Hope’s feels —
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 8:24 PM UTC
The frigid breeze
scrapes across my face
As I walk amongst the trees
Early before dawn,
Too early,
to remember,
the body dancing fluidly
in summer's breeze;
Hope’s feels —
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