Wind in the Spirit
There was a time when the wind touched this spirit. Now the breeze is so soft I can barely feel it. Willow bent low to...
There was a time when the wind touched this spirit. Now the breeze is so soft I can barely feel it. Willow bent low to...
Angels should guide us. They should be flexible. Winged light, motion in flux. Ascending up and outward, touching upon our inner souls. But the only...
I Sang a Song. I whispered words. I held a song. I knew the words. They felt wrong. I cheated death. But it came back,...
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