Imperfect Silence
Winter whispers into my soul, and settles down to paint my heart with joy.
It is a journey that puts the mind in a trance.
It is the breath of death before the kiss of life.
It is the echo of deafening silence.
Imperfect Silence
Winter whispers into my soul, and settles down to paint my heart with joy.
It is a journey that puts the mind in a trance.
It is the breath of death before the kiss of life.
It is the echo of deafening silence.
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