"Don't tell fish stories where the people know you; but particularly, don't tell them where they know the fish" – Mark Twain
It’s the soft wind
That reminds me of
The dance of our words
The wild flowers of
The scents of our feelings
The dark moon of
Your deceptive silences
And the bitter rain of
All my tears.
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5 years ago
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