Wordwise
I draw letters
From a well
To dwell in love
The word orchard
Grows in narrow run
Of my hand
The moon
Is wandering around
In a song of silence.
I draw letters
From a well
To dwell in love
The word orchard
Grows in narrow run
Of my hand
The moon
Is wandering around
In a song of silence.
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