The weight on my Feet
Hush the dogwood coves
Where the wind is nosing through
Tomorrow is dust
Time shall render of us all
And autumn becomes our tomb
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Hush the dogwood coves
Where the wind is nosing through
Tomorrow is dust
Time shall render of us all
And autumn becomes our tomb
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Rebecca Leivesley
Mon 7th May 2018 22:15
Beautiful