She is the wind in the long grass in which I hide, blowing me free.
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When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
She is the wind in the long grass in which I hide, blowing me free.
I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray. View more posts
Smith Shine Poetry
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Says so much in utter simplicity
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