Walking through the corridors of summer,
past the heated mist.
drifting winds – offering her sentimental feelings
feeling young,
feeling whimsical
feeling brave
feeling holy-sedated
I wished a tiny prayer upon a nation.
kindness sis Krissy
Walking through the corridors of summer,
past the heated mist.
drifting winds – offering her sentimental feelings
feeling young,
feeling whimsical
feeling brave
feeling holy-sedated
I wished a tiny prayer upon a nation.
kindness sis Krissy
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YOWZA—-GOOD POEM!
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