Cold breeze blows softly
On weekends, and on the leaves
Rustling about me.
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graphs of my Universe
Cold breeze blows softly
On weekends, and on the leaves
Rustling about me.
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Little bird, dear love,
Telling her to soar then go home
To where her heart is—
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Home. Is it a what, a who, a whom, a whose, a which, a when, a where or a how? She knows hers and it doesn’t always the same as others’. 💝
When you reach the shore, Let the sand pull you into Everlasting pores, Put life to start once again. Life stories of wave and wind
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How will you be back to shore after being brought back to sea….
….every second, minute, hour, day, week, month, birthday, death, life….
….Repeatedly?
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