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#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow painted by the setting sun.
Off in the distance, the sound of laughter coming from two souls in love. Here they are free, unjudged and...
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow painted by the setting sun.
Off in the distance, the sound of laughter coming from two souls in love. Here they are free, unjudged and...
