Gold couldn’t lure us
We are literary beetles
We walk at will, making our own trail.
Destinations don’t hold us
We scatter words that shimmer
The sky is our canvas.
Continue reading at Emotional Shadows
Gold couldn’t lure us
We are literary beetles
We walk at will, making our own trail.
Destinations don’t hold us
We scatter words that shimmer
The sky is our canvas.
Continue reading at Emotional Shadows
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Thank you for the share Sue. 🙂
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My pleasure, Balroop.
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