Day 998, on your path. Day's pictures, Poetry Grinding rough edges. Shame turned into dust. That seems to fly. But settles on your path. Nochrisis Het slijpen van ruwe randen. Schaamte wordt tot stof. Dat lijkt weg te vliegen. Maar beland op je pad. Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related