Rain falls chilling as it soaks
Once it cleaned and renewed
Now only despair and mud
It tucks us away as we huddle
Warm blankets roaring fire
Heavy eyes fighting
Dreams of soaring birds
In royal mandarins and plums
Flightless no more.
That’s beautiful 💬✨
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Thank you franny words come to me.
Ps i have to much on my plate right now to take on any other projects.
No worries Dan, don't feel pressured. I'll definitely try it out by myself. 🙏🏼😊
