Leaves live many lives,
Don't you think? But all we know
How they shade, float, fall.
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insomniac
ПоезіяIt starts with a Star that falls And ends with The rock that rises. insomniac is a book for the midnight owls. A work of free verse dark poetry, each piece tells a story of hurt and growth, trauma and healing. If you are dealing with your own sleepl...
Autumn
Leaves live many lives,
Don't you think? But all we know
How they shade, float, fall.
