Morning Meditation, My Poetry Morning Meditation: Fog Invisible damp fingers leave prints on my skin, out of sight, muffled roars – uncertainty circles in a waltz. Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
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It really does change the sound of the world, which then changes the way things seem…(K)
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