Wrapped in blue and buried in white,
she listens not with ears, but with memory.
Snow falls like fragments of forgotten dreams,
and still, she waits — not for warmth, but for truth.
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Wrapped in blue and buried in white,
she listens not with ears, but with memory.
Snow falls like fragments of forgotten dreams,
and still, she waits — not for warmth, but for truth.
You need to be a member of ARTFreeLife to add comments!
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