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:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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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