The concrete mocks me
I long for just one
square of soft, warm earth
where I can run my fingers
through the fertile soil
sowing my hidden seedlings
beyond the reaches
of cold, hard cement
© Mother Wintermoon
Don’t we all yearn to break free from what constrains us?
Your words touched my spirit.
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Don’t we all yearn to break free from what constrains us?
Your words touched my spirit.
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❤ Thanks for being here.
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Ditto beautiful Moon ( Winter being the brightest) xxx
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Sweet! XO
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