A windy day is knocking on the door;
a growing child calls from the shore.
An empty stomach, a dying heart,
a hungry taste of a fresh start.

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A windy day is knocking on the door;
a growing child calls from the shore.
An empty stomach, a dying heart,
a hungry taste of a fresh start.

Amazing words 👏
"Mi piace""Mi piace"
I’m really glad you like it. Thank you 🙂
"Mi piace""Mi piace"
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