I can’t shake this feeling Of the rustling leaves falling from the tree Of the winter grief fading away for spring to plant the seed

I can’t shake this feeling Of the rustling leaves falling from the tree Of the winter grief fadin...

A hand.💫 We’ve all at some point in our life depended on someone. This poem is how that exact person feels to be with. Be kind and share your views 3> Show more
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