A collaborative poem
The wind is the muse, a drifting deity.
Burning like prayer, a free soul in the sky.
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Thanks for reading Izabella! Not sure why eitherπ
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Beautiful!
Thanks!
The wind is the muse, a drifting deity.
Burning like prayer, a free soul in the sky.
Loved! π€ Donβt know why your posts are not being delivered to me. π
Thanks for reading Izabella! Not sure why eitherπ
π
Beautiful!
Thanks!