Senses Learning, love, Poetic What’s real, Beloved?Sensible? What’s sense? Those five?Or six? What if more? —- find me behind the trees, under the green grass, between the lush leaves, anywhere where your shadow is lying down on which you are standing ♥️ Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related
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