You may hear them, the wild things
that beckon in whispers on the breeze,
calling out to you
In a language whose secrets
are lullabies hidden
within gentle sunsets
The Wild Things
You may hear them, the wild things
that beckon in whispers on the breeze,
calling out to you
In a language whose secrets
are lullabies hidden
within gentle sunsets
This is so beautiful. Exquisite expression given to something so abstract. 👏👏👏
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