There is a wilderness within me,
there are twigs snapping and branches falling.
There are flowers growing near river beds
and moths latching onto stale bark.
All is still for a few moments and I think to myself,
how beautiful is this?
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Starry night skies (completed)
ПоезіяUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
