Soothing solitude by a turquoise sea.
Savoring shades of a raven’s dream,
I run ,
into a barren wasteland
silently breathing the wind from
your sandles,
chasing a flame now ashen.
Soothing solitude by a turquoise sea.
Savoring shades of a raven’s dream,
I run ,
into a barren wasteland
silently breathing the wind from
your sandles,
chasing a flame now ashen.
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