Blogging · poetry · short · Thoughts No more… April 27, 2021 Cyranny No more than A whisper… I breathe Your name Out to The four winds… Just hoping yes, Hoping still One of them Will Someday brush Against your Cheek… And unexpected Goosebumps will Remind you Of the ghost Of us. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Cyranny's Cove 
Beautiful ✨
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I know the feeling. Well said.
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Absolutely lovely! ❤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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