The bows of boughs, spilled out that rain_.
__ Lately, so much rain here; this post, just moments ago, was an old scribble in one of my notebooks. Memories. _m
their trumpets fill with rain
soft bows
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
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Friday, April 26, 2019
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