Dance Making the tides dance,cowering behind a tree—puppeteering moon. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Racy Self-defeating race,as humans with their rat lives—clouds chase each other. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Standing ground Reclaiming nowhere,safe from human weaponry—quality timbre. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Memory Rusty old Christmas:bells hanging on grandpa’s pine,in his memory. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Twirl In a pleated skirt,a woman of the fifties—the umbrella tree. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...