Posted on October 21, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
Her house is sunshine, a bright glow. The wind can only brush against her windows, slip away into daylight. She warms her hands against the walls and that heat wears her palms soft. She touches you and you feel it beneath your skin. Below…
Category: PoetryTags: Animals, Art, Blog, Fable, Fantasy, illusion, Life, Light, Love, Magic, moths, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, strength, Writing
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