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A welcome glint

In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Pardon me o dear!

Pardon me o dear!
Trembling, fingers fail to mend,
frayed hem of my love.


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