Never forgotten
Creased Origami temple.
Hidden treasure inside.
Never forgotten
Creased Origami temple.
Hidden treasure inside.
Heard
Wind rustles fallen leaves;
Frosted air promising snow.
Darkness comes early.
Well, I was one over on line one and one less on line three so I figure I came out even:)
Trying my hand again, so here goes…
The scent of roses hides
Shadows cold under the dark sky
Soft baby warm light.
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