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my people moved on a long time ago, wandering outside lines drawn falling beyond velvet nights & reason, unbound by graves or golden branches held up high on only a wraith of dream & feather i follow the only path that was ever real; footprints in drifts, a whisper of song on the wind

Il est très beau celui-là…
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Thank you, Myriam 💕
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Simply beautiful and breath taking! The image is fantastic and so is the poem.
As usual, I wanted it to roll on.
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Thanks, Harshi. 😊🙏
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Really beautiful.
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🙂 Thank you.
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