When I’m gone
My mark remains
A raised eyebrow
A twirl of energy
More words than
Yes’s and No’s
My smile kisses
My hand encases
My thoughts continue
When I’m gone
My mark remains
A raised eyebrow
A twirl of energy
More words than
Yes’s and No’s
My smile kisses
My hand encases
My thoughts continue
What will you be getting?
Weekly short poetic notes from Abbe
Montly Newsletter
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What will you be getting?
Weekly short poetic notes from Abbe
Monthly Newsletter
You will not be spammed!