solitude do i dare spurn tea leaves turn faces to stone reckless hope wandering the wind alone Share this:ShareEmailLike this:Like Loading... Posted on 03/19/201803/18/2018 Posted in PoetryTagged anxiety, death, depression, dreamscapes, fate, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, hope, Japanese Lanturne, journey, listening well, love, mental well-being, suffering, this writing life
Little and so sweet.
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Thank you Drew. 😉
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