The wind was her friend,
whispering soft songs
as thoughts of solitude grew
more inviting
with freedom’s calling
and a troubled spirit knows
when to fly away,
leaving harsh reality behind,
for a more
peaceful existence.
The wind was her friend, whispering soft songs as thoughts of solitude grew more inviting with freedom’s calling and a troubled spirit knows when to fly away,
leaving harsh reality behind, for a more peaceful existence.
Author notesPicture prompt-Image is from deviant art: http://oldschooltime.deviantart.com/art/It-Will-Come-The-Nightmare-81928543 A contest entry
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