I dreamed of flying each breath released a gentle sigh as gossamer wings lift in surrender to the summer breeze. I blinked and held a brush, a long, black wand, the tip as soft as eyelashes. My arm breathes color
Such a beautiful poem, the last 3 wrap up lines lifted me up
Thank you so much
Such a beautiful poem, the last 3 wrap up lines lifted me up
Thank you so much