Do you hear that?
The rush of ebb
the followed flow
the ocean between us
wall crumbs below
barefeet
imbedded nails from tabernacles concrete
I run over your footsteps
stolen in the sand
angels chase me
out of reach of man
~Willow
Birdy-The district sleeps alone tonight
Footsteps stolen in the sand. *sigh* ❤
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