Weather Posted bySecret BreeOctober 17, 2024October 5, 2024Posted inWordsTags:acceptance, carefree, comparison, fate, freedom, friendship, micro-poetry, poem, poetry, thoughts, weather My best friend moves with the weather while I sit there trying to talk down the storm Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Related
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