dailyhaikuhaikuhaikuadaypoetrytumulus 22nd August 2019 On this tumulus Where bones crumble into dust We reach our fathers Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
a thoughtful, yet peaceful feeling seeps in as you read these words and smell the grassy hills (close your eyes and you will) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
a thoughtful, yet peaceful feeling seeps in as you read these words and smell the grassy hills (close your eyes and you will)
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