SOMEONE PRAYED. / To the tombstone on wet ground because it was raining heavily. However, whether a thunderstorm or tears. From tree above I am in emits sadden.
I walk with wings that no longer shine, my steps are silent, like a feather torn away from its wings. I bring warmth where I can, and I listen with care when it is needed. 🪽
Would you let me call you friend, and see where our stories cross? ♡