Journey Of Breeze
Posted over 4 years ago
I felt it cold in my cheeck bones, I search and I could not see it. I remember it’s smooth touch and the embracement of my illusion. The wonderings’ remain for quiet somtime; I taught what could have been, and how we could of make stories that last eternity. I reminded myself it will return someday; maybe a day that cry and thunder makes it sounds or maybe a day that call foe ice-crea…
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