Bite Size Poem No. 72 - Sponsor: Line Gauthier
September 22, 2023
My breath was but a soft whisper, not enough to ruffle the leaves of a willow but he heard me crying in the moonlight. With tender kisses he soothed my fears, held me close within the circle of his arms, until I no longer had reasons for my tears.
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