Gilded soul-prints sing,
as the drape flutters in winds,
stitches of gold gleam.
Linking with RonovanWrites: Gold and sing
as the drape flutters in winds,
stitches of gold gleam.
Linking with RonovanWrites: Gold and sing
Home in their arms
Home in their arms An autumnal reflection on the enduring comfort of parental love, where every season feels beautiful, sheltered, and care...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.