
From below the golden tree
Radiated by street lights
Your veins glow
While the wind jerks
Your branches directions
Too fast for my eyes to follow
I desperately search for a focus point
To get lost
In the magic quiet
That shields my soul
In this temporary cold
–Kammie Savidge
This is pretty. Did you write it?
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Thank you! Yes I sure did-I guess I should put my name on the bottom of these things. ☺️❤️
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Yes, you should! And I’m glad you did.
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Thank you for guiding me❤️
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Very amazing 🙂
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Thank you ☺️
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Beautifully coloured shelter for the viewer down below
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Thank you ☺️
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