A warm breeze moves through
the garden and the blooming trees.
Hair becomes waves of the sea,
cloth caressing skin becomes caged wings.
A Crow visits her favourite tree
with a plastic milk bottle lid for kindness.
Lost within the romance of Spring,
drifting away.

Lost within these words
A beautiful read ♥️
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Thank you so much, Roksana. ♥️
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