Late afternoon sun is shining through a window,
Facing me.
Figures are shown as silhouettes to me, they are my family
I think.
I can't see their faces,
but I can feel them turned to me.
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Silver Tears
PoetryDid it hurt when you fell from heaven? Maybe. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED (A beautiful cover by @sophsimm )
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Late afternoon sun is shining through a window,
Facing me.
Figures are shown as silhouettes to me, they are my family
I think.
I can't see their faces,
but I can feel them turned to me.