Dance With Me

I skip to the rustle of emerald leaves, dandelions riverfronts in the bustleing breeze kicking to the sun and it's holy choir singing to my skin and humming within the safety of serrated mountains keeping tempo above the earths momento a trail of tears and hopes worn in by my foregoers can't you hear it?... Continue Reading →

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