Posted on March 26, 2020
by Helena Toto
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Slowly, slowly, the trees grow Calmly, calmly the ants gather Gently, the breeze blows But my mind is filled with what doesn’t matter I wish I was in a different world, a different time When my life played to a soundtrack and My…
Category: hope, PoetryTags: Dreams, hope, introspection
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