![]() CreationA Poem by TrevJonTay
Earth, air, water, fire
With every step, With every stroke of light, The world around them was painted. Trees grow, Winds flows, The heat from the flare that sparks before her, Like the idea of strings between two points. A connection, an experience that needed to be shared. A bond to be formed. © 2024 TrevJonTay |
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