The wind has shaken my branches.
The quiet says to me:
Feel the wind.
Let it be.
Release.
And so I will listen.
And so the beautiful mess of life shall be.
The wind has shaken my branches.
The quiet says to me:
Feel the wind.
Let it be.
Release.
And so I will listen.
And so the beautiful mess of life shall be.
One reply on “Release”
Wow! Great poem
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