23 Sunday May 2021
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all I really know, allowance, dancing, destinies, falling, love, returning home, story, truth
adrift
trading stories
of this we dared
one chance
to live
forward
back
forgotten to our shoes
falling
breath seeking
breath
a memory
of us –
music
no one else
could play
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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tornadoday 
A very soothing piece. ❤
Thank you so much, my dear one! ❤
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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