Like the winter mist I'm
spread over the vegetation
of my long passed childhood days.
The cloud now doesn't cover
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Its good to trace what still left to us and make it something bigger for future_Soul
If the river doesn't come, if the ditch calls me to diveonto its rocky chest, ' are beautiful lines.loved it.
Mist Sun Mountains Rocks Dust May splendor be yours I'm fading into dust namaste
Nicely inked.. I do feel that lonesome hours myself. Thank you for sharing..