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Here I am both lost and found
I stand, my skin warmed by sunlight,
In a field of silent blooms,
petals brushing softly against my fingertips,
a field woven in red,
each flower holding a soft secret,
the wind carries tales
I have yet to share.
I inhale the scent...
In a field of silent blooms,
petals brushing softly against my fingertips,
a field woven in red,
each flower holding a soft secret,
the wind carries tales
I have yet to share.
I inhale the scent...
