In The Silence (_Imperfect_Writing) Wk-1
In The Silence
Through the waves.
Past the meadows.
Far below.
A rhythm that echos.
Not found by hear, see or touch.
Feel the silence that creates us.
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In The Silence
Through the waves.
Past the meadows.
Far below.
A rhythm that echos.
Not found by hear, see or touch.
Feel the silence that creates us.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen2U.Com