February 08, 2021 through frosted glass winter winds stir visions in the garden firewood painted white and frozen flowers hidden beneath a cold blanket life lies dormant there like my own the fireplace empty how long since I have known warmth in my heart Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels micropoetry 🇬🇧 Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments
December 01, 2021 whispered to the stars ✨ countless names, -yet all the same the ones we loved the ones we lost once upon a time remembered, but forgotten they'll remain always always the same Read more
Dead languages February 10, 2019 elderly woman listening to dead languages distant sounds in her mind she answers the ghosts of the past Read more
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