Love, like shards of glass,
with inhibitions, broken,
gleaming in the light.
Linking with RonovanWrites
with inhibitions, broken,
gleaming in the light.
Linking with RonovanWrites
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.