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:Share Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky PostLike Loading...
It really does change the sound of the world, which then changes the way things seem…(K) LikeLike Reply
It really does change the sound of the world, which then changes the way things seem…(K)
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