squeezing the memories Of moments
When the drops loiter on the leaves With stamps of carefree insects They fall through the holes sometimes And hang loose on the tip Waiting to moisten The wings of a moth, Not worried about the behemoth Walking around They love the journey to dissipation Just like a breathless being Gasping for solace under The … Continue reading squeezing the memories Of moments
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