The leaf hung
Swaying gently before me
Threads of silk catching the light
A small moth flutters away from the web
……………….
somedays, we also need to step away from the ties that might bind us.
The leaf hung
Swaying gently before me
Threads of silk catching the light
A small moth flutters away from the web
……………….
somedays, we also need to step away from the ties that might bind us.