November 01, 2019 nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,wind rustling the remaining leavesgnarly branches,black against the moonthe sweetest dreams,taking residence in my heartyou & Ian impossible possibilitythe sheets will not reveal my secrets Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels micropoetry π¬π§ Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments
December 09, 2019 reading his mind she discovered her library of words were not enough to understand him Read more
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