comforting is the dead of night
when a shadow’s breath
mimics your own
no place for words
as the air sings
a song of sorrow
~J~
comforting is the dead of night
when a shadow’s breath
mimics your own
no place for words
as the air sings
a song of sorrow
~J~
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Beautiful, Jenny.
thank you Eric. Thanks for reading 🙂