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Free
On that fateful morning
I sat on a wooden bench
Beneath a fading tree…
And whispered your name to an open sky
Releasing you, I watched as you spiraled, swirled
High and free
Disappearing into the November wind.
writer + poet + romantic
On that fateful morning
I sat on a wooden bench
Beneath a fading tree…
And whispered your name to an open sky
Releasing you, I watched as you spiraled, swirled
High and free
Disappearing into the November wind.