perhaps one day,
when ashes have been meshed with dust and time causes all to decay,
the billow of the wind brings me not broken remenants,
but the crisp smell of burnt coffee.
I’ll smile as I recognise that smell as you.
perhaps one day,
when ashes have been meshed with dust and time causes all to decay,
the billow of the wind brings me not broken remenants,
but the crisp smell of burnt coffee.
I’ll smile as I recognise that smell as you.
Exquisite!
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This is beautiful.
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Beautiful and simple. 😀
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Beautiful writing!!!
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Beautiful work!
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Simply beautiful😄
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This is amazing great start
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simple yet deep, beautiful 🙂
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I like your style!
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Simple, but nice!
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