my heart whispers
like the groans of old ship,
mourns in the hush
of a wind-kissed field of wheat
and loves
in the gentle rush
of an outgoing tide.
i yearn to love
and to be loved
as free as i am meant
to be.
~lt
my heart whispers
like the groans of old ship,
mourns in the hush
of a wind-kissed field of wheat
and loves
in the gentle rush
of an outgoing tide.
i yearn to love
and to be loved
as free as i am meant
to be.
~lt
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