The wind whispers gently
between the trees
in the forest of my dreams.
Meet me here.
Together we can make a fire
and count the stars
that glow above the pines.
~lt
The wind whispers gently
between the trees
in the forest of my dreams.
Meet me here.
Together we can make a fire
and count the stars
that glow above the pines.
~lt
Who are you “quoting,” with a simple twist, here?
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it was a simple stanza I came across in my travels 🙂
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