Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Milk glass clouds kiss a turquoise sky as the tangerine sun arisesCrisp cold breeze welcomes with ease the coming of a new day
The eery xylograph spoke to her as it jumped from the weathered page depicting where the sky met earth for the world was believed flat in this age.
So Leo says to Taurus I got a thing for that Aries girl would you mind trading places So I can give her a wild whirl?
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