When the wind got wings I flew along and its song became my own

The importance of a forgotten wave
releases the sieve
floating on top of another wave
and finds peace

there was a fairy tale

who sought an ending
to find its way out
though it was the last line of life
that the key was inside.

Vincit
Cat Photography

 

 

 

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