Poem - Turning pages
It was a night at home in my living room, surrounded by my garden and all sort of things going on around me.
I remember when I wrote this poem.
It was a night at home in my living room, surrounded by my garden and all sort of things going on around me.
~ 25th Jun 2020 ~
Turning pages Burning fire Loud vibrations Slow b…
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