Gratitude
The air, still
held breath
in anticipation
of what could be.
The breeze, whispers
hushed and gentle
in exaltation
of all that is.
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The air, still
held breath
in anticipation
of what could be.
The breeze, whispers
hushed and gentle
in exaltation
of all that is.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top