I crumble the leaf
Into a million pieces
Scattered like lost dreams
How does it work?
This sounds like the first line of a book to be read by firelight through the winter, drawing you into the story and not letting you go. Thank you for writing and sharing.
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This sounds like the first line of a book to be read by firelight through the winter, drawing you into the story and not letting you go. Thank you for writing and sharing.