Sky was made of I. By themischievousannaJanuary 10, 2017 ( 2 ) Moving in my sky Is entirely ours, An open crystal grain An unmeasured fluttering, Decidedly not contained Of what I am, And then. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Photography, Poetry, WritingTags: artist, fiction&poetry, fun, life, photography, photos, poetry, winter Related Articles Perpetually Flooding. By themischievousanna2 weeks ago Heirloom Weight. By themischievousanna4 weeks ago Malaise. By themischievousanna1 month ago 2 comments › Shiva Malekopmath January 10, 2017 • 7:10 pm 💓🎶🔔🙏👌👍 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ jackcollier7 January 10, 2017 • 7:14 pm enigmatic, but atmospheric ❤ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.
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enigmatic, but atmospheric ❤
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