Poem by Anonymous
- Eidolon Magazine
- Mar 4
- 1 min read
Listen;
The sun is quiet
I hear your heart thrumming We look beautiful, flowering, Dreaming
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Listen;
The sun is quiet
I hear your heart thrumming We look beautiful, flowering, Dreaming
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