Photo by Elena Mozhvilo on Unsplash wind caressesmy soul, like atapestry, impossibleto hold I let the sounds,drown,my inner-dialogue, and, focusinstead, on the beautyin front of me,of a thousandbled journeys,human misery, andcunning,tread with skies,so red and, yes, bafflingto the eye, whenwe don’teventry hard enough, to take care ofthe planetslullaby,beautifulread, and, sungso softly to ussince thecradlewas made, […]

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