At the dawn of love, did they part.
She- a wanderer, from moor to meadows, ocean to land, and woods to willows, -sat by the woods, thinking of those faces, that have walked past her & left no traces. A handful of faces, stayed forever in her heart. Some came, left & came again for their part. Some left to never look back, … Continue reading At the dawn of love, did they part.
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