Tread on my soul, shall I fall?
Like those who have fallen before,
Or like those who shall fall again.
Be not but soft and tender and light,
for that is not the way of pain
I shall be wronged and not be right,
Though I will grow right ever more
More than any soul that falls.
Spirits dancing
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Teardrops of joy falling from the sky,
tingling of bells on the pond,
mist rising from the pond’s depth,
spirits dancing with abandon, freedom,
harm...
5 days ago