No metaphor to speak for us. (Remove filter)
No metaphor to speak for us.
🕊️
Sometimes you are,
beyond my grasp.
Like truth's too much.
And nothing less.
Then touch is more.
But not too much.
No metaphor
to speak
for us.
Tuesday 27th May 2025 8:21 pm
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