She was as beautiful as the clovers that grew on the
edge of cliffs that were bridges to an afterlife within the tides.
She was as soft as the froth that lathered atop of the waves
and she was as damaged as the sunken bodies that had
challenged the strong seas.
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PoetryUnder 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, ...
