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Words of Winds

A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Love-locked

Whispers of my words,
And love-locked in their embrace
tendrils dance to sun.

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