thursday, has turned warm,
while still quiet. What a charm.
Will it rain tomorrow? such a distant
word, tomorrow ... and so many
we have counted. mystery days we've
mounted, piled in our box of charms.
winding up other weeks.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
thursday, has turned warm,
while still quiet. What a charm.
Will it rain tomorrow? such a distant
word, tomorrow ... and so many
we have counted. mystery days we've
mounted, piled in our box of charms.
winding up other weeks.
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