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Apr 19. 2025
I hang between trees, a cradle of ease. Swinging gently, kissed by the breeze. A woven bed for a sleepy sigh, Beneath the blue or starry sky.
Apr 19. 2025
I hang between trees, a cradle of ease. Swinging gently, kissed by the breeze. A woven bed for a sleepy sigh, Beneath the blue or starry sky.