winter signals—smoke
scrolled through muted silver—come,
tend the fire within
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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My DaahlinKi-Ki - Marvelous how you can find a soothing voice within your city of such unrest..! Jamigo