Stains of sorrow from ages past
capture frost within the haze.
A spirit scarred, of treasures stripped,
It yearns to find the way.
Haunted by a stillness cruel,
this wanderer amongst the trees.
Solemn, aching, silently–
she fades into the breeze.
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Wonderful! I also love the photos you choose. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Lovely. Beautiful images.
Thank you 🙂
Very well written 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Welcome! 🙂
this is cool! Looks like i should learn from you!
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